Humid

[CRNDLSM]

Naked in wet heat atop the comforter,
she lies with her head on my chest
and I will my heart to slow.

The sky could break with cold rain
any second, the salt on our skin drunk down 
with a margarita, the musk in the sheets
overwhelmed by fresh mint, the red of our necks
lathered in cool cream.
Sounds like you're having the margarita in bed,  and the salt on the skin being drunk down sounds weird, drunk for sure, and the cool cream on the necks I don't get, like sun screen from the heat of the day? But the sky could break any moment. And you are inside on a comforter

She shuffles her body and her damp hair
settles by my nose. I close my eyes
content in the flame. 

I really love the way you word things, there's a lot of layers in here, but some of those layers seem to contradict on the surface, while humid makes sense as a title,  it doesn't quite lend towards the flame, even though the flame is a passion in the heat.