It is not her eyes

09 Apr

It is not her eyes


It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.


It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.


It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.


It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.

Art by Escha van den Bogerd


Posted by on April 9, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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8 responses to “It is not her eyes

  1. Heartafire

    April 9, 2017 at 6:04 pm

    Beautiful indeed

    Liked by 1 person

  2. roughseasinthemed

    April 9, 2017 at 8:40 pm

    Actually. Can she put the extra toppings on the pizza and make the marinated courgette?

    Liked by 1 person


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