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Helps

Its dark and damp,
The voices disappear in this hall,
The sound of us will never echo,
so we take advantage of this loneliness,
as the way it should be taken,
My hands slowly start touching your lips
in the darkness as you close your eyes,
The trace the neck, the firm cleavage in the tank top going all the way below to your short skirt,
I am just brewing your thighs slowly,
Till you shed the shyness
Kiss my lips
And spread your legs, as I wanted.

Our lips meet in the darkness,
Trying to make the slightest of the sound,
I feel your tongue slowly licking mine,
You take my hand to your tank top where I press the breasts slowly and fill the comfortable bra.
We keep going on touchy in the dark
Feeling your nipples, your clevage and kissing you on the back,
The recliner helps, doesn’t it?

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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!’

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

creative-writing, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

A Blanket of Memories

As the night rests it’s breath
over my skin,
It hymns a taste of memory
That drowns my eyes

With a dream.
A million unforgettable mirrors,
mate with the light of my eyes.
I become a moment of a dying lifetime.

Come, decipher my touch.
Let it paint a voice in your dreams too.
Till we swallow the reality entirely
At least for tonight.

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Tonight

The tips are swallowed into an unending touch of wetness, my hands learn the way to end your silence, it spreads your legs and feels the curve
While your breath changes to warm storms of desire,
I feel the cotton laced covering, the guardian of sensuous modesty.
And in a moment, I slowly feel everything as warm
My hands learn the language of breaths.
Come on, answer me with your eyes.
Should I trace the sinful ends tonight?

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Promise

I could help you out,
by an unhook, a tweeny move,
But who shall hold your wings then,
When the bra falls of the grounds
and the breasts turn to voluptuous beasts of touch.
The arch of the back shall intensify the visions
For a sword out of a sheath shines and tastes the brightest.
I could taste em, the edges of your sword made collarbone,
Promise you shall read my work for lifetime,
If i lost my tongue caressing your body

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The Smell of Hunger

I lit my sins,
with uneven puffs.

This four legged famished beauty,
Whimpers at my arrival.

The cost of redemption for tonight,
is just a Parle-G costing 5.

His dusted eyes chews my innocence,
I tremble with an alcohol choked breath

I search for my wallet :
While my inherent identity made of coins gets molested by a bark from stomach.

His nose has evolved a knack for sniffing the midnight deluded from the crowd
He savors the feast of the road while his tail wags.

My sins eviscerate in every dreams I have.
But I had fed a dog, Couldn’t it be better?

Than smelling his hunger and seeing him disappear
I have become, what I have always feared.

A god who sends rain
and drowns those get too close.

Writings to Heaven

Shashank Bhardwaj

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