A hot flush...

Just do not!

Do not tell me it's chilly in here
I am the fire that could singe and sear.
Do not tell me you can feel a draught
I am a thermal, a convectional waft.
Do not tell me you've got it on low
I am the furnace burning coals of snow.
Do not tell me it's wintry outside
I am tropical, piquant, intense and fried.
Do not tell me it'll pass, it'll go
I am volcanic and ready to blow.
Do not tell me about primrose oil
I am highly-seasoned and fit to spoil.
Do not tell me it's just my age
I am mrs inferno fevered with rage.