nymph 🗡️

summer sweet like vanilla and ecstasy

the sound of crickets chirping outside and our shaky breaths get caught in the summer breeze flowing through the window

hunger in your eyes and an aching in mine

men with scars

far too lost now to be found, swept away in the night to some other darkness

27 June, 1926 (Berlin) And now I'm writing to you, my Mothling. How are your wings and antennae, and all their little spots and their silky fluff?

laying kisses down my sternum, your fingers in my ribs

that something in your eyes that tell me I’m all you desire

kissing and biting and kissing and biting

I could be 10 drinks in and still all I’d be thinking of is you

maybe it was all just a dream

sometimes she is wild like a storm dancing with the ocean