What is it like?

 

What is it like?

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What is it like to be with her

hearing her words

knowing her dreams?

What is like to be hers?

.

What is it like to be closer

stroking her hair

holding her body?

What is like to be there?

.

What is it like to be inside

feeling her skin

parting her thighs?

what is like to be in?

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©  the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

This poem, written by me in my teens, often pops into my head.  Of course, I have no idea what I am thinking about that suddenly brings it to mind…..  Smiles

But here it is – recited by a much older, but sometimes still very inquisitive, me.

Not the first time I have posted it