- Miss Abacar
WET DREAMS
Close contact,
A slight choke,
A slight grope,
Suffocation, from seduction
I left you tied up
Open
Against these walls neighbors are left sleepless
Your speechless, I speak less
Against these thoughts I am engulfed in flames
I need that fix
I need that, touch
I need that lick
So much
This ever green lust
The taste of eternal pleasure
Taste
Touch
These waters aren’t deep enough
To quench
To satisfy
These nights aren’t long enough
To fiend
To feed
Allow me to adhere to my greed
Brace your spirit
Hand me your ego, for this I need
Displace all your discipline
And hand it to me



Photography: EDDY HARRIS
Model: MISS ABACAR
Make Up: HELENA CESAR
Poetry: DELAFREZNO
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