If I could taste you

03 Apr


If I could taste you

Just once.


Your forehead, your cheek, your throat, the nape of your neck.

The pulse place just below your ears that you touch with scent.


Your chin, your mouth, your lips, your tongue.

Your fingers, your hands, your wrists.

The soft pale inner part of your arm that sees less sun.


Your shoulders, your waist, your ribs.

The sculpted indentation of your elegant spine.


Your breasts, your areola, your hardening nipples

Beautiful and urgent beneath my soft breath.


Your toes, your ankles, your shins, your calves

The tender place at the back of your knees,

Your thighs, your hips.

The perfect peach

of your immaculate arse.


If I could taste you just once.

Pressing my lips to your exquisite sex.

Letting my tongue glide over your delicate folds.

Pressing my mouth to your desire-slick lips.

Teasing your clit with the tip of my tongue.


If I could taste you just once.

I would lose my appetite

for all others.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

This is not new.  Yet now, such an urgent desire to taste you.


Posted by on April 3, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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8 responses to “If I could taste you

  1. Meg Sorick

    April 3, 2017 at 7:16 pm

    This is heavenly…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. elisaparadis

    April 3, 2017 at 9:35 pm

    …so beautiful …

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Midwest Fantasy

    April 4, 2017 at 12:00 am

    I was memorized and in a trance reading this. Perfect.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Purpleanais

    April 4, 2017 at 1:11 am

    Mmmm, very, very nice

    Liked by 1 person


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