creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, poetry


The next time,
I come down on you,
don’t just spread your legs
and caress my hair,
But make me hear your wetness
through the whispering,
make me see the desire through
your eyes,
make me believe,
that the way your nipples go erect,
or your skin burns with desire is not just our love anymore,
It is now an art.

– Shashank Bhardwaj


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