20 Feb


Even the softest


tenderest kiss


from your fingers

with the faintest

gentlest breath

endless miles away

is a caress

upon my skin

and a whirlwind

in my soul.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new – but true

Art by C.S. McNeil



Posted by on February 20, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “Whirlwind

  1. thereluctantpoet

    February 21, 2020 at 1:40 pm

    Awesome post!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thereluctantpoet

    February 22, 2020 at 1:23 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Carol Anne

    March 9, 2020 at 12:06 am

    Awe I love this! ❤ Well done!

    Liked by 1 person


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