She was fire.
I was ice.
Everyone bows down to me, except one person.
The woman that keeps denying me.
I intend to change that.
Soon, she'll be the one on her knees.
There was no angel perched on my shoulder.
Only the devil to push me over the edge.
Shoving me into the pit of darkness.
Where I would lose myself in Lydia.
She was exactly how I loved my women.
Feisty and full of fire.