Desire, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry


Its pitch black and secluded,
the moon is our only light,
The cold breeze our only comfort.
we find ourselves alone and secluded
just like the waves, totally restless,
Over sand, you pull me up close
And make kiss the lips softly,
licking them, Feasting on the tongue slowly
As my hands slowly caress your hips over
Your wet shorts, feeling every piece of curves in the hips, I intend to stop at dawn.
What about you?

© Shashank Bhardwaj


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