I stayed in the fire without losing myself, without allowing the distortions to change my memory of you, of us. That matters.

I remember the spectrum of what we had the desire, the heat, the pull. How we ached for each other. How you came just from looking at me and attempted to stop yourself by looking away because seeing me overwhelmed and pushed you over the edge cumming to me. The craving to fuck each other's brains out, using each other whenever we wanted. Deep physical kisses, scratching and biting, with and into, until collapse into that twitching heavy breathing mess, fucking, spitting, choking, How I fulfill you in every way.

And as you remember me I believe we will have this and it's going to be pretty fucking awesome