Contemplation

 

Here

in this secluded English garden

with exultant birds singing

sticky winged insects buzzing

fresh from bud daffodils nodding

water in the stream whispering

and the spring sun warm upon my face

I am at peace

deep in contemplation

thinking of you

of your beauty

your body

and your sweet

submissive soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this a year ago. Today is a similar day.

Art by Richard S Johnson