To stop this yearning,
as it overflows,
I hold my moans,
in a room full of people.
It’s a meeting
people are bored,
and your tongue is unmoved
for I hold my moans.
Beneath the desk,
you keep swallowing,
quenching your thirst
licking at the tips
even the end of balls.
I feel your breasts
caressing it,
flowing with it.
The outpouring should be swallowed
unless and until
you can think of something else
that might be possible,
while you lay below my desk,
half-undressed
and totally wet.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Writings to Heaven 
this write is such a tease…beginning some where and ending somewhere completely different
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Well that was the intention of it, to create an irresistible scenario from nothing.
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well done
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Thanks. 🙂 You can suggest any prompts if you like.
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welcome…sure…but I’m sure you’re full of ideas
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To paint an idea of own is fun, to carve out and paint ideas of others while living up to their imaginations.. Well that is where the challenge begins.
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truly spoken like an artist…
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*budding artist.. Still a long way to go. Lot of Prompts to write on.
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may you keep blooming on your creative journey
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Thanks.
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welcome
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