Does it hurt? Your tongue.
As every time it hugs mine, locked, captured in a vacuum space, between our lips,
mine melts.
Drips scalding flesh upon yours.
Does it hurt?
My love, please do bother me if it does.
Does the morphing and blending of our flesh disturb you?
As every time your hand presses onto my skin...
                          Your temperature,
Is my melting point.