It is not her eyes
.
It is not her eyes
Shining, wide, innocent.
Nor her sculpted cheekbones
or the perfect crescent
of her smile.
.
It is not her body
Shapely, soft, elegant.
Nor her breathtaking curves
or the pure paradise
of her skin.
.
It is not her mind
Clever, sweet, eloquent.
Nor her generous heart
or the brave submissive
in her soul.
.
It is something
beyond knowing.
A deep attraction
of joy
of wonder
and awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.
Art by Escha van den Bogerd
Kunal Thakore
April 10, 2019 at 4:21 pm
Ah, I can relate to this! Nice piece!!
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Romantic Dominant
April 10, 2019 at 4:52 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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redklwr2006 Kym
April 10, 2019 at 11:28 pm
It is often that intangible that is most alluring.
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Romantic Dominant
April 11, 2019 at 6:37 am
Smiles. Indeed so.
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thereluctantpoet
April 17, 2019 at 10:05 pm
Awesome post, My Friend!!
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Romantic Dominant
April 17, 2019 at 10:21 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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thereluctantpoet
April 18, 2019 at 12:40 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
April 18, 2019 at 6:56 am
Thank you. Smiles.
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