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 might be relevant.
Art by Wiliiam Oxer
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April 16, 2021 at 11:04 am
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Romantic Dominant
April 16, 2021 at 10:29 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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