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Let Us

So it all boils down,
to our bare fleshes.
Wrapped in perfumed laced satin,we are
discovering the ends
of each other
both physically and sensually.

Your kisses on lips
don’t work anymore.
They are now mere consolations,
bad-tempered invitations,
to my tongue, that has a developed a taste
for what lies between your legs.

Don’t push me now, to unhook you,
It’s a Pandora’s box, I tell
that leads us to an untamed copulation,
for your nipples still remember the taste of my flesh feasting on them,
as they poked my skin
without any reverence whatsoever.

Let us be done tonight,
in this uncontrollable darkness,
over this decaying wall
as I push inside you from behind,
and you ask your curves to give in.

It’s a beginning,
of building a moment that lasts an eternity in a few minutes,
yet it survives.
so let me thrust it in, take my hands to your
tamed bosoms, which are dying to be defeated to by touch, forgotten long ago.

We are all slaves tonight
to our desires
refusing to oblige.
Let us keep it that way.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Believe

The next time,
I come down on you,
don’t just spread your legs
and caress my hair,
But make me hear your wetness
through the whispering,
make me see the desire through
your eyes,
make me believe,
that the way your nipples go erect,
or your skin burns with desire is not just our love anymore,
It is now an art.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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Think

To stop this yearning,
as it overflows,
I hold my moans,
in a room full of people.
It’s a meeting
people are bored,
and your tongue is unmoved
for I hold my moans.
Beneath the desk,
you keep swallowing,
quenching your thirst
licking at the tips
even the end of balls.
I feel your breasts
caressing it,
flowing with it.
The outpouring should be swallowed
unless and until
you can think of something else
that might be possible,
while you lay below my desk,
half-undressed
and totally wet.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.

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In Warmth

With your laced clothing,
you resplend an aura
that smells of lust and raging whiskey,

the ice fed hands trace your fragile
and sensitive breasts, as you unhook your bra.
With my warm tongue, I lick the chocolate over your pointed nipples.
You caress your fingers with the water between your legs.

I tear away your black panties,
and I am sure you wished for the sooner of it.
I come inside you, inside us
as we tremble as terrified horses
riding in the storm, embracing and feasting
on one another.

Your hips turn warm,
The legs go tired,
we climax in each other arms
and wait to begin again,
in the sunlight, we escaped from.

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Swim Away – I

I still remember
the way you swam away,
wriggling out of your clothes,
I could see your wet breasts,
with the tips still drowned in drops.
You took my hand between your legs,
and whispered me to begin my art
of dissolving your shyness into thousand
moans of madness.
The tips turned dry, begging me to lick their
shame of existence away.
I worked through them, I worked below you too.
I sculpted a river of ecstacy within you,
and you went through all, by letting our tongues
mute our lives for sometimes.

The silence, we could still hear.
The silence, we can never forget.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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