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Dream

Curled and straight
You devoured the night
And teased it with your tongue
Till it grew on your hair
Curved and straight
The eyes glow as dark candles
In a blistering storm
When they shine.

The lips are colorless
Hiding every sign of touch
The collarbone disappears within grey
But the neck tempts by a glimpse.
and so does the clevage and insides
My eyes could wander and imagine
But would you read it?

The soft warm sponges of flesh
And their pink tips, are a thing of heaven
For they give the same pleasure.
Move below to the thin soft navel.
A hole of temptation, that makes her whisper
Softly when touched.

The red leggings are perfectly tight
Not an inch wasted, not an inch earned.
To give the legs a perfect shape,
While the red panties hold every beauty inside
Soft n firm.
I could slip my tongue from lips and reach there.
But i know u would like it slow
Its time to be patient then.

Calloused black hair, burned with fire
With eyes like melted ashes
lips pink melting river of desire
Emabled flesh of neck sculpted and traced
On a collarbone smooth as silk
The neck is fairest of all
A slide of tips through it
and you can feel the deep clevage
moving softly to warm firm breasts.
A slip of zip from behind and
Everything would turn soft.
Even your hands which are caressing slowly.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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beauty, Desire, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Forever

To write about you,
Is it to dream about a song.

The humming of your voice
Is a symphony sometimes.

Do you see my heart dancing
In all the flames you set within me?

Do you feel the warmth that sinks
Within me, as the echo of your voice

Slithers into my soul.
If you are the music,

Then teach me to dance,
Alone, unapologetically, forever.

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All Life

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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fiction and poetry

There is no shame in choking
the uneasiness out of one’s sleep.

My larynx melts
when it is this dark.
The neck dissolves itself
into a pool of subtle cold regrets

Silence drapes my bones
in a shroud of voiceless memories
rotting them, turning them
into the colour of a fragile copper
abandoned in an unnamed graveyard.

It is basically a practice of perfection,
to Death: the permanent sleep,
the unanswered question,
the unasked answer,
the god with no eyes
and a displaced heart.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Developing a Distaste

It is easier to develop a distaste
for it lingers even when the tongue goes dry.

But it is way harder to swallow it,
once it develops.

Look around for God sake,
This torrid heat was enough
to rip our faces off,
into unsolvable remains.

It should have been enough
to scream with no eyes, towards the blistering light
while seeking redemption from a homeless god.

The cities were still swirling;
like Gorgeous Prima Ballerinas,
banking their toes,blindfolded.
Waiting for a thunderous applause
from its inhabitants:
Like a disease seeking a moving eulogy
from a terminal patient.

We still clung to our little lies,
sleeping soundly in the brisk false air,
ignoring the heat, people
and mirrors

and calling it a day.

 

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