02 Jul

Art by Casey Baugh


She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.


I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.


I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh


Posted by on July 2, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “Prophecy

  1. Soul Gardening

    July 2, 2019 at 6:21 pm

    Starts with a mystical kiss, then twists away into something solidly irrevocable.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thereluctantpoet

    July 4, 2019 at 2:10 am

    Awesome post, My Friend!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thereluctantpoet

    July 4, 2019 at 2:10 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person


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