of ghosts

I come to wonder sometimes, what if all that was, all that existed, is still floating invisibly somewhere.
the feel of embrace around me, of all cold and warm things, is undeniable. I need caress.

Caress me as you explore. from inner thighs moving up, with your hands. looking down with your superiority guilt. hands down below, words stuck in your throat, I just need you to keep daring. I can suck all you cant say later on.

the pleasure is all mine.