23 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/Faded Romantic

Art by C.S. McNeil


Posted by on February 23, 2022 in Poetry, romance, Still Life


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2 responses to “Whirlwind

  1. thereluctantpoet

    February 24, 2022 at 2:36 pm

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person


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