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