She warned me at the start,
Before I knew the electricity of her touch,
She looked into my eyes and said "I play with matches".
Before I knew the unbridled passion of her bite,
I replied "I am not afraid."
Before I knew her fiery embrace,
She lit a fire so small,
The exact moment I do not know.
But quickly it grew, it spread,
Briefly sated by lovers embrace,
But growing yet again with renewed hunger,
And now as I stand within this inferno,
I smile and say aloud "she plays with matches"