memories of a fire sign

the first time he saw me
in the middle of winter
this cat's glare
penetrated with a fire's flare
hot on my trail
talking me out of my smile
my digits
and my zone
he didn't impress me, really...
thuggin' me
hat cocked
smelling of polo
and arrogance
someone said...
see what happens
so i did
digits spit
to his mind he did commit
never wrote it
must've walked home
humming it
woke me up every morning
with a fire's fervor
lighting matchsticks
with every conversation
took me for a drink
but it was me he had a taste for
whispers in my ear
set heated vibrations
tingling my situation
"i don't even like this dude"
his gimme gimme attitude
tryna dig deep
for a fleeting mood
he ain't know...i ain't a fool
put in work kid...
this will not be an easy bid
let him visit for a minute
damn...
he almost ended up in it
this cat used all four paws
fighting him off
was like fighting a war
i was unarmed,
or perhaps i was fully loaded
because, what i had
he wanted to explode it
grasped and groped
til his tongue did find my spot
i swear this dude
was THISCLOSE
to taking what i got
is THIS what a ram does
when his senses are riled?
lose all control
or is it just ME, chile?
fought him off
for a couple of more moons
couldn't anymore
ended up clinking like spoons
he started out,
wanting nothing...
offering nothing...
but carnal sparks
ended up driving to me
just for kisses in the dark
funny,
how he thought it would be ME
who got attached
fall in love
and want more
poor thing,
got caught up and snatched
had some vanilla love
got sprung
and got dumb, as well
lost his mind for a sec
sent his ass back to hell
bye boo
later hun
had fun
thanks for the ride
that damn fire blazed big
and so did his pride
said some hurtful things...
but i still put that fire out
doesn't change the truth
those memories
still got clout...