MISS ABACAR 2017

WET DREAMS

11.28.2018

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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