Your fingers map my body,
The neck turns into a calloused valley.
The breasts are the warm deserts now.
This waist is a barren wasteland, dying of thirst.
Between my legs
flows a river unseen,
a forest untouched, by fingers.
A paradise lost in time.
Transverse this map tonight,
make it rain, just conjure a flood
all over my body.
the flavours of the paradise await you, come, seek a taste of forgotten heavens.
I don’t care now,
I can’t wait now,
Teach me this cartography, Just don’t ask why.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 
Nice, teasing write, Shashank
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Thanks Kunal 🙂
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Sensual, teasing, wonderfully done
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Thanks Nandita 🙂
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The full exploration
. . . of anticipation.
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Thanks David. 🙂
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Intense, whoa! You’re an incredible and very detailed writer 🌹🙃
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I try my best, sometimes it works great. 🙂 Detail is the key.
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Can I ask how?How can you write so beautifully?
Amazing work
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I just imagine myself in such and let the words flow 🙂
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#Gifted.Looking forward to a lot of mind blowing pieces from you. 🙂
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Sure, it’s my day off so more of things are coming up now. 🙂
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