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Tend

I want to hear impatient moans
everytime I feel your skin with my tongue,
For I am blind to it’s contours and wetness,
My hands only tends to the voices of flesh,
I silence the desires with my fingers
Till they wet or tired
Or both.

4 thoughts on “Tend”

my valiant soul says:

Beautiful.

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July 29, 2018 at 11:20 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Thanks
  
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  July 29, 2018 at 11:26 pm Reply
Pranav Hegde says:

Good one

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July 31, 2018 at 11:36 am Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Thanks Pranav
  
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  July 31, 2018 at 11:51 am Reply

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