My Old Flame

We were the perfect pair
Like matches and gasoline
Always on the verge of combustion
Just your near heat sparked
My desire to stop
Drop and roll with you
Blinded by our bare flash-point
Howling like lust's sirens
Feeding each other's flames
Fueling a fantastic pyre
Until we were immolated
Consumed and exhausted
Nothing but a smoldering
Heap of ash