I have never met her.
Yet I can smell her scent on my fingers.
I can hear her laughter. The way it lifts and dances and makes me smile.
I can feel the press of her body, her skin soft against mine, my face buried in her hair, I can imagine how she responds to my touch, the blush in her throat, the quickening of her breath and the rising of her breasts.
The hardening of her nipples. Her wetness against my thigh.
I can taste her kiss. So vividly that I am running the tip of my tongue over my lips to capture the sweetness.
I can see her eyes, bright, eloquent, shining, luminous.
Making me sigh.
I have never met her
But if I did
I would surely fall.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Steve Hanks
I first posted this three years ago, and reposted it again this time last year. But perhaps new readers will enjoy and old readers will forgive the repeat.