Some loves burn like gasoline & ours well burned houses down. You weren't my first or my last but I have never known such passion. You were good for my ego. I was unloved, unappreciated by the man before you, yet you worshiped at my alter. I remember passion, anger, the animal instinct that came over us. In the years I've known you played into my strengths. You called me on it said I had you wrapped around my finger. With you I took what I wanted with a smile & a sarcastic bite. Your a lover I never claimed out loud but wrote poems about. I reminisce about your hands on my throat as I panted & called for more. You'd make me purr with a kiss. I was in love with you unlike any other. I gave myself over to you pure, unfiltered, wild. I'd known love before but you spoke to something inside me like no man before or after the ashes we left behind. Like all loves that burn to fast we were headed no where. I wonder if loves like ours amount to more? Could passion really hold two people together forever. You met me at an unfortunate time. I had one foot outside the door with the man who came before you. You knew I wasn't ready for your love but you gave it anyway. You never held back from me. I don't think any man has loved me like that. You showed me your cards, you were playing for keeps. I think about it now and wonder was I looking at my royal flush? As our passions grew so did your need for me, your anger and jealousy. I was selfish with you I admit it. I never gave you all of me but I couldn't quite quit you. I still remember the way you would spit when your angry. I was a girl playing a woman in the midst of a dangerous game. My heart was torn in two. Could I leave the love I knew behind for something that excited me? You terrified me in all the best ways. You ripped open my soul, took my body with no remorse or thought of anything else. Thinking about it now I think we both knew how we would end. You made your bed when you fell for me. Am I remorseful? Yes but I wouldn't change a damn thing. You awoke a sleeping animal within me. As with most of my lovers, I still love you. Maybe I love you differently now but it's love all the same.