I have her beauty hard-wired into me
I have known it forever.
My first school boy fantasies were of her. She has never changed. The same hair, eyes, mouth, chin, nose. The same height, weight, posture and stance. The same shoulders, breasts, hips, arse and thighs.
The same mix of swagger and vulnerability, of shyness and chatter, of independence and submission, of contemplation and fun
Her beauty is burned into my soul.
And I have found her
and owned her.
Once, twice, even three times.
I keep looking. Although my time here is running out.
Perhaps one day ….
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Edward B Gordon
This is not new. I posted it a year ago. But indulge me.