I devour you secretly with my eyes.
I am hungry for your presence, ravenous for your beauty.
I want to take you in whole. One magnificent glorious vista, one gorgeous portrait, one high-definition-full-resolution-never-fading screen capture for my memory. Such divine visual food to somehow satisfy this desperate, aching desire. To help sustain me when you are gone.
Then I want to take you piece by piece, An inch at a time. An eye, a nail, a lock of hair, the lobe of an ear….
Yet I hardly have such control. I take your lips, your mouth, your nose, the hollow of your throat, the elegant swell of your delicious breasts, a wrist, an ankle, an arm, the heavenly architecture of your thighs….
I have swallowed you whole again.
My eyes devour you like a starving man, made weak by famine, who has no sight of his next meal.
I try not to stare.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I am still digging around among old posts. I am surprised how apt and fresh some of them are.
Art by William Oxer