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No longer young

11 Feb

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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.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Still absolutely true

Art by Fabian Perez

 
30 Comments

Posted by on February 11, 2017 in D/s, Still Life

 

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30 responses to “No longer young

  1. catlady66

    February 11, 2017 at 7:13 pm

    Beautiful piece of writing x

    Liked by 2 people

     
  2. Kanika Tripathi

    February 11, 2017 at 7:30 pm

    Yet you make it sound glorious, so much so that whoever reads it would want to age like you do!

    Liked by 2 people

     
  3. Just_Libby

    February 11, 2017 at 8:26 pm

    I don’t doubt the last bit…

    Liked by 2 people

     
  4. borntosing4ever

    February 11, 2017 at 8:30 pm

    …suppressing a slow, knowing smile…

    Liked by 1 person

     
  5. missameliaandsir

    February 11, 2017 at 9:17 pm

    Given an uninhibited choice, I would choose the talents you offer over an unbroken colt every time Sir, without question or reservation. 😌

    Liked by 2 people

     
  6. veveheart

    February 11, 2017 at 9:34 pm

    I loved this. For I am no longer young, either.

    Sent from my amazing IPhone

    >

    Liked by 1 person

     
  7. Allegra Storm

    February 11, 2017 at 11:25 pm

    I love when you write like this. It’s real, raw and as always romantic. Beautiful 🌹

    Liked by 1 person

     
  8. justagirllost2

    February 11, 2017 at 11:48 pm

    Your words inspire me to write more honestly. Truly touching and beautiful. ~

    Liked by 1 person

     
  9. Sid

    February 12, 2017 at 1:00 am

    Define young?? lol. I loved this piece. Very though provoking. None of us remain young forever…except in our hearts and in our desires. With age….comes wisdom. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

     
  10. Heartafire

    February 12, 2017 at 1:20 am

    With age you grow more elegant and desirable, like a very fine wine.

    Liked by 2 people

     
  11. jazzytower

    February 13, 2017 at 12:43 am

    Beautifully done:)

    Liked by 1 person

     
  12. newriter67

    May 24, 2017 at 5:21 pm

    Intense and hypnotic 😉

    Liked by 1 person

     

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