‘Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine
...
Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste ...
The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child...
A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function ...
My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One
- Heather Hill - Jungle Love
Project: Afro-Futuristic Royalty – Black Love at a Festival
Credits:
Drip: @Jeriholisa x @boguk_official
Styling: @jerikholisa
Models: @tasha_the_eagle x @instamni
Make-up: @sinittaakello
Photography: @jesuis_adam
Concept: @jerikholisa