She runs her hands
over her breasts
her belly
her hips
and her thighs.
She imagines
her fingers
to be his,
He hears her sigh
across the miles.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a new post, but I hear her sigh.
Art by Matt Abraxas
Hears her sigh
01
Jan
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
House of Heart
January 1, 2019 at 6:54 pm
Lovely poetry and painting. Happy New Year Mr. D.
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Romantic Dominant
January 1, 2019 at 11:18 pm
Smiles. Thank you Ms. H. And a joyful New Year to you too.
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House of Heart
January 2, 2019 at 1:09 am
Smiles. Thank you so much.
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Princesse Crowned
January 2, 2019 at 12:31 am
Mmmm. Lovely words to kick off the New Year!
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Romantic Dominant
January 2, 2019 at 9:05 am
Smiles. Thank you.
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thereluctantpoet
January 3, 2019 at 1:09 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
January 3, 2019 at 9:11 am
Smiles. Thank you.
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Beutiflee
January 6, 2019 at 2:09 am
“He heard her sigh from across the miles” whoa! What a way to end a poem. Amazing!
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Romantic Dominant
January 6, 2019 at 3:33 pm
Too kind. Smiles. Thank you.
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