creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, Poems, poetry

Felt

The unknown are felt,
With hands moving inside,
Feeling the black bra, while
your face turns red with joy of ecstacy.
Everything turns to water, your lips below
turn into a fountain of desire,
and your legs closing with wetness.
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be consumed
Waiting to be felt

6 thoughts on “Felt”

Sahithi Nallapareddy says:

❤️❤️❤️

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October 4, 2019 at 12:04 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  😘♥️♥️
  
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  October 4, 2019 at 12:05 pm Reply
Sahithi Nallapareddy says:

Loved it❤️😍

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October 4, 2019 at 12:07 pm Reply
- Shashank Bhardwaj says:
  
  Sure thing, Love. 😍
  
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  October 4, 2019 at 12:12 pm Reply
  - Sahithi Nallapareddy says:
    
    😘❤️❤️
    
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    October 4, 2019 at 12:30 pm
  - Shashank Bhardwaj says:
    
    🥰🥰
    
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    October 4, 2019 at 12:31 pm

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