Walks this earth

There is a woman.

She walks this earth.

I have not met her, although I once came close. I have barely seen her, though glimpses have thrilled me. I have never spoken to her, although I swear I can hear her sweet accent in my head. And in my dreams.

I do not know her perfume but her scent thrills me. I have not touched her but can almost feel her skin beneath my finger tips. I have not looked into her eyes, but feel light-headed at the thought.

I have not owned her, but the hunger to do so consumes me.

There is a woman.

She walks this earth.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

I wrote this three years ago. It has been plagiarised at least four times, once by a woman who reversed the point of view. I suppose I should take it as a compliment (except I hate thieves). I have always liked this post, and hope you will forgive the repost.