
She studies herself
in the full-length mirror.
She knows that he cannot see her, does not see her, may never see her.
Yet she turns through three hundred and sixty degrees.
Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her skirt, the way the morning light touches her skin.
She runs her hands through her hair and lets it fall.
She hopes he likes the way she looks.
And though his eyes may never find her
She still seeks his approval.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written five years ago. Reposted because I think you do.
Art by Jeremy Mann
astrosub
June 8, 2021 at 10:05 pm
Thank you again for words that stir and cause her to whisper – yes, she does wish to please Him. Smiles.
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Romantic Dominant
June 9, 2021 at 7:07 am
Smiles. Thank you.
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thereluctantpoet
June 9, 2021 at 4:23 pm
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Romantic Dominant
June 10, 2021 at 7:06 am
Smiles. Thank you.
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