Category Archives: Fiction & Poetry

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

Both – I

I want to hear your impatient moans
everytime I feel your skin with my tongue,
For I am blind to it’s contours and surfaces,
My hands only tends to the voices of flesh,
I silence the desires with my fingers
Till they become wet or tired,
Or pleasantly both.

I start by your neck, licking the flesh,
Tasting its warmth, the shirt unbuttons,
As my fingers slither inside,
Pressing your breasts, caressing them slowly
You let out a moan and bite me on neck.
I hold you so close, to begin with

The buttons break, the hands slide in,
I caress the breasts, feeling the nipples
They are bound to be erect, telling my fingers
To lick them slowly, to unhook and taste them.

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

Dream -II

I feel your lips with the tips,
The wetness escapes to my hand
Your neck feels the breath
the warmth, the wetness
as the lips and tongue are licked.
Hold it right there, dissolve the taste.
As the hands caress your breasts, feel your soft bra and entrapped nipples.
Just moan in the slowest you can,
Take the hand, teach it the ways.
Its all yours now even with your eyes closed.

The necks are traced, my teeth turn thirsty
Biting into their soft flesh, caressing with the tongue
Breasts are felt as hands move inside the top,
Touching the bra, feeling the soft clevage,
The erect nipples and the warm breasts.
Don’t break the lips, feel the touch through them

Standard
creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Poems, poetry

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

Standard
creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, Love, poetry, Prose

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?

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

You

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

Standard
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

Standard