Images of naked strangers leave me cold
Nudity has become far too common a currency to attract my attention or pique my interest.
A body is a body. Some are more elegant than others. Some have been treated better or worse by time. Some are cared for. Some are toned by exercise. Some are a paradise of lines and curves. Some are the shape I admire.
But they do not raise my pulse.
Not unless I am attracted by the personality within. By the intellect, the sense of humour, the creativity, the warmth. And of course, by the hungry, submissive soul.
The body, especially one without exclusivity after having been viewed by many, is merely a shell.
It is she who inhabits the body that gives it attraction, magic, desirability, potency.
She gives it power.
The power to make me ache.
And want her.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Trudy Good
I wrote this six years ago. As true as it has ever been.