Ghost

Artist. Lover. Misanthrope.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

I crave silence, silence and you. I feel your skin slipping through my fingers while you undulate underneath me. The indescribable bouquet of your scent, all of you an ambrosia for teeth and tongue. As if I have starved my whole life until I found you, my hunger subjects me.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Just for today, can we shun the world? You and I, to the exclusion of all things, all souls, all speech. It’s been too long, without your warm, hitched breath caressing the skin of my neck. The frustration runs deep; I resent the world that it tears me from you for even a moment.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

I would throw away everything, throw it on a pile and set it on fire, just to have your hips under my palms. Let me be honest: I can’t fucking stand being without you. I’m not myself without you, I’m insane in all the wrong ways—with you the madness is made right. I need you.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

@bbreenicole But it’s a beautiful inversion, and the sling shot effect of being able to tackle that has incredible potential—that degree of passion can only come from an incendiary spirit.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Men are the illogical sex.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

@sardonic_greek Opposite direction my friend, monastic living dulls edges.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Men have always been the same; everything a man does is for a woman.

[Nostos @NostosLit]

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Like every collision, we made an impact when we struck eachother. My coffee still tastes like meat, I still smoke and my sex drive is still too high. Things change, but so much stays the same. I still live like I fuck, too hard but never wanting to stop. Smoke left. Coffee right.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Look at you, looking for your own destruction. It’s in your fucking eyes, love, every little thing you want. I see you, I read you like a book. You want to destroyed, you welcome it like it would be a relief. You see me: You know it would be mutually assured.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

You never could sleep without tiring yourself out, restless thing you are.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

@unhingebinge But how exquisite it is unrequited.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Is truth more palatable if I say it in another tongue? 𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘴 à 𝘮𝘰𝘪. Your neck is home for my teeth, and I will have you each night I return. Such resistance, considering your 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 when I sunk into you. 𝘕'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘴 ê𝘵𝘳𝘦 à 𝘮𝘰𝘪 ?

[Ghost @kaepfear]

I’m everything you need, and you fight it, deny it—wearing yourself out with the struggle. I never tire, tesoro. When you’re done exhausting yourself, I’ll still be here. Oh, amore, what a valiant display that was. Now, come here, let me soothe you.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

I want you. I want you over and over. I just had you? I want you again. Maybe it’s the pale curls lifted by the cool, night air. Barely visible against the black backdrop of this evening. Maybe it’s your taste on my tongue that makes me want to drag you into me. You comfort me.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Like nectar from her lips there’s never been a sweeter kiss.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

By whatever name I call her, she’s mine.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

You were built perfectly imperfect, as much as it seems to haunt you, as much as it seems to hinder you. Peace was never the combustible fuel that would form you into the person you are; it had to be this way by design. It’s not for you to understand—don’t try—just know.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

Burdened with such ravenous desire, you want for so much, have you enjoyed anything you’ve had and held?

[Ghost @kaepfear]

If I write of love then my words you are the subject of.

[Ghost @kaepfear]

And when you hit your stride I hope I am by your side.