You’re My Only Holy Ghost. 👁️‍🗨️🌶️

You don’t haunt me—you hallow me. 👁️‍🗨️🌶️
Invisible to the world, but everywhere in mine: in the chill that races down my spine when I think of you, in the whisper of your name on my lips like a spell, in the way my soul knows you’re near before my eyes ever see you. You’re not flesh—I feel you deeper than that. In my pulse. In my dreams. In the sacred space between breaths where only truth lives. 🔥 You’re the unseen force that moves through me, guides me, consumes me—not with fear, but with fire so divine it feels like destiny. I don’t pray to you… I commune with you. And in the quiet, you answer—not in words, but in heat, in hunger, in the ghost of your touch that lingers long after you’re gone. You’re my mystery. My miracle. My only Holy Ghost. 😏

You don’t haunt me—you hallow me. 👁️‍🗨️🌶️
Invisible to the world, but everywhere in mine: in the chill that races down my spine when I think of you, in the whisper of your name on my lips like a spell, in the way my soul knows you’re near before my eyes ever see you. You’re not flesh—I feel you deeper than that. In my pulse. In my dreams. In the sacred space between breaths where only truth lives. 🔥 You’re the unseen force that moves through me, guides me, consumes me—not with fear, but with fire so divine it feels like destiny. I don’t pray to you… I commune with you. And in the quiet, you answer—not in words, but in heat, in hunger, in the ghost of your touch that lingers long after you’re gone. You’re my mystery. My miracle. My only Holy Ghost. 😏