No longer young

10 Feb

Art by Fabian Perez

I am no longer young.

I have lost the immortality of youth. The absolute belief that only the young can possess – the certainty I will live forever. That age cannot mark me. That accident cannot maim me. That disease cannot weaken me. That a dissolute and hedonistic lifestyle cannot ruin me.

I know now that I can be hostage to all these things.

I am no longer young.

My hair is silver. It has been since my thirties. I could once blame my mother’s genes but now the passing years are undeniably the cause. My face is lined and weathered. A testament to brave, foolish, glorious years spent in hot sun, or roughened by winter weather on high mountain slopes, or by salty winds on rough-hewn cliffs.

But also by too much business. Too many decisions. Too many late nights, doing deals.

I am no longer young.

I am not a stallion, claiming to perform like a beast. I am not rippling with muscle, bristling with masculinity, rampant with testosterone, raging with impatience, resplendent with body art, thrusting like an animal, pacing like a tiger.

I am no longer young.

My desires are darker, more cerebral, more intellectual, more driven by beauty, by control, by patience, by discipline, by a deep knowledge of your desires that you can barely guess at.

I am no longer young.

But I promise you this.

No one can make you sigh, make you dance, make you ache, make you writhe, make you sing,

Like I can.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez


Posted by on February 10, 2016 in Still Life


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46 responses to “No longer young

  1. sirensong1208

    February 10, 2016 at 9:45 pm

    This is wonderful. George Bernard Shaw said “Youth is wasted on the young” and this is true but there is something to be said for the wisdom that can only come with age.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Leslie Meeks

    February 10, 2016 at 9:53 pm

    Who cares about the young? I want the silver haired man with much wisdom. Someone I can learn much from. You’re a special man Mr. D.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. busymindthinking

    February 10, 2016 at 10:00 pm

    No one can make you sigh, make you dance, make you ache, make you writhe, make you sing. Like I can. Age is a number and nothing more. Beautiful write.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Heartafire

    February 10, 2016 at 10:12 pm

    Mr. D. you are extremely vibrant, your words send an ache, an awareness that you are someone very special.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Topics To Share

    February 10, 2016 at 10:27 pm

    Love this. The connection is real.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. missameliaandsir

    February 10, 2016 at 11:30 pm

    And nobody does it like you! So very true Sir. Very true. ❤️💋

    Liked by 1 person

  7. sweetcreature

    February 11, 2016 at 7:40 am

    You are maybe no longer young and eventually dissapear but your words could live forever… I’m waiting for the book of you

    You have a rare power of seduction that few share even with youth, beauty and charm and my fall is irremediable…


    Liked by 1 person

  8. justagirllost2

    February 11, 2016 at 11:51 am

    It seems that patience is a virtue needed to truly appreciate and savor the deliciously dark, decadent vices of the disciplined and wise.
    Or would that make it a vice?
    Food for thought 🍃🌺
    Lovely words, as always

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      February 11, 2016 at 8:34 pm

      Smiles. Thank you.

      Liked by 1 person

      • justagirllost2

        February 12, 2016 at 12:01 am

        Oooh, I got a ‘Smile’ with my ‘Thank you’ this time!
        Be still my heart.
        His smiles are like shooting stars; rare, wonderful, kissed and wished upon. 💫✨
        ~smiling, me

        I hope your evening is a magical one 🍃🌹

        Liked by 1 person

  9. dievca

    February 11, 2016 at 12:10 pm

    And that is why I sought out M. and why you are found. XO

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Cara

    February 11, 2016 at 2:17 pm

    In my mind I am a perennial 15 year old. In the bathroom mirror, a woman in her late thirties stares back at me, and I say “Who that bitch?”
    My hair is still dark, but if I don’t keep on top of my roots, the gray starts to peek through. I somehow have both pimples and wrinkles. I can’t dance all night, the club I used to love is now loud and crowded…and I’m tired and my feet hurt.
    Yeah I’m not young either, but I’m still the crazy person who says “let’s go night swimming at Plumb Beach,” the first warm night in May.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Liras

    February 12, 2016 at 4:57 pm

    For every season, there is a purpose. Once, you were the young Stag. Now, you are the Sage. Your age and wisdom are the tools you wield now.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Jazz

    February 12, 2016 at 7:36 pm

    I’m a silver-haired supporter …

    Who wants young???

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Sim

    February 16, 2016 at 10:28 am

    amazingly beautiful… Your words make you timeless and ageless. Thank you for this x

    Liked by 1 person

  14. therebelliousangel

    February 16, 2016 at 7:56 pm

    Who needs a stallion, impatiently and carelessly thrusting when there is the sweet dark desire which comes with wisdom, obedience and patience?

    When I was a younger lass I was apt to be flippant and rude. I know I hurt a few guys feelings and now I’m sorry. That does not diminish the still-lushness of my lips, the swell of my hips, nor the twinkle in my eyes as I toss my hair over my shoulder and wish I had known then what I now know.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. gracefulphrase

    October 25, 2016 at 7:06 pm

    I am no longer bothered by my age, well maybe a tiny bit every now and again when I’m not at my best. But I was never a beauty anyway. But I am more confident now than even 4 or 5 years ago. Life changing event, I won’t bore you with the details. But I will not be written off anymore because I’m of a ‘certain age’ . I love reading your words.

    Liked by 1 person


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