A Christmas Past.
She was brand new, Innocent. Pure perfection in her best scarlet frock.
I could not take my eyes off her.
I was in love with another – a wild, intense, stormy, legendary affair that burned on bright and desperate through hundreds of sensual, silky, doomed nights.
And yet I was utterly mesmerised by Beauty.
In the wine-softened, blurry glow of those now distant seasonal celebrations I coveted her with a deep, yearning, hopeless hunger that has never left me.
If she had brushed my lips with hers just once that evening, I swear she would have stolen me away.
I wanted her like sin.
If only we had danced.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Painting by Fabian Perez