Dear god, his touch is like fire.
His fingertips leave burns on my skin, every place he lays his palm blisters
It's mesmerizing
Everyone knows the flames will hurt if you touch them, but they are oh so pretty
And he just so happens to be  gorgeous, the type that I can't take my eyes off of
It doesn't matter if every time my skin meets his, it scalds my heart
None of it matters anymore
Because he provides the most addicting kind of torturous pain that I could ever imagine
But as soon as he takes his hands away, I turn cold as the ice I was born from
He is full of fire and I am made of ice, and oh he makes me melt