She is my favorite drink. Washing away my troubles like that sting of a sweet bourbon burn. Setting my gut on fire only to smother the smoldering inferno like the chill from a cold rain during a scorching summer sunset. The temperature of our passionate lust fluctuating to the beat of our love’s most intricate song. Our bodies boiling in the turbulence of our unbridled need for each other’s satisfaction. The heat then dissipated by our intentional commitment to gently appease the explosive craving of ingesting one another’s climactic peaks. The torching of sunburn numbed by the prickle of frostbite. She sets me ablaze to subsequently douse the flames. She is hot and cold. She is fire and ice.