Palms

 

In my silent study

where the lamps

are soft

I sip my wine.

 

I think of you

naked

in the warm light.

 

I imagine how

your breasts would feel

cupped gently

in my hands.

 

The nipples urgent

and hard

against my palms.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this last year, but I immodestly thought you might like to read again.

Art by Jeremy Lipking