You Should Remember - Sex Stories

You Should Remember

You should remember all the times love consumed you, sang through every drop of blood, hummed and roared through your bones like an unstoppable engine and each touch shared was a new track to build for navigating beautiful unknown continents. Remember when love was made to silence your most natural primal aching, bodies guided through the night's dark shrouds to react from the ignitions that lovers spark, the flames we reach for and teach to dance, sweep over one another with until we no longer care who lit the fires that burned an entire world around our writhing figures. You should remember every night you spent alone, the vices living in you that may push me away in time, when all I want is for my voice to whisper in your ear, the melody leaving my lips can drown out the sound of all these demons clawing at your walls. But no matter what fires we may ignite to still the enveloping dark, no matter what may come to burn, your face will form in every violent flicker, your words will spell out in the scattering ashes. The message has always been the same, to not ...

... believe each unstable reflection framed within the mirror's glass, the demons we don't know how to see past yet. The lonely shadows within you will never exhale the love I've given, will never forget the way my heart knows how to find and wrap around yours, the melody of my whisper expelling the phantom of every locked door and unanswered call. You should remember all the times love consumed you, became the unstoppable song and engine deafening every other continent crashing around you, you should still know how to build the tracks that will bring us back to each other. Remember when love was made that filled you not only inside but entirely occupied the soul's indefinable textures, the sheets your fingers dug and held onto, they were like clinging to the world's edge as I spilled inside you and all you are clenched around and refused to let go. We should remember that every night we spent apart was really just building a bridge to join again, that the vices and voices pushing us away were dark notes we could cast aside with the melodies and textures that only love can make.