Approval

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 jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written some years ago. Reposted because I like it.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 

Approval

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written five years ago. Reposted because I think you do.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 

Approval

 

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 jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago. Reposted because I can.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 

Approval

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 a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago. Reposted because I can.

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.

 

Approval

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 a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Reposted because I can.

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.

 

Approval

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 a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Reposted because I can.

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.

 

Approval

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 a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.