creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, Poems, poetry

Prize

Bound, tied and muted to surprise,
you lay down on my bed, naked as a prize.
I veil your eyes in this never ending darkness, whispering to intensify this sumptuous treat,
As I pour freshly molten wax drops all over your body, to make sure that tonight, you cannot sleep,

Come warm my hands now slowly ,
Take them between your tempting legs,
I will try to melt them with my tongue,
Till you start whispering ‘Yes!’

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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