Perhaps one day

 

I have her beauty hard-wired into me

I have known it forever.

My first school boy fantasies were of her. She has never changed. The same hair, eyes, mouth, chin, nose. The same height, weight, posture and stance. The same shoulders, breasts, hips, arse and thighs.

The same mix of swagger and vulnerability, of shyness and chatter, of independence and submission, of contemplation and fun

Her beauty is burned into my soul.

And I have found her

and owned her.

Once, twice, even three times.

Almost.

Never.

I keep believing. Although my time here is running out.

Perhaps one day ….

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Harding Meyer

This is not new. I posted it around this time three years ago, and once each year since. But do indulge me. Oh, and the painting does not reflect the ‘beauty hard wired into me’. It is simply a piece of art I like.