It is not just about your body.
Though that delights me. The curves and lines. The gorgeous skin. The glorious, elegant, breathtaking shape of you.
It is not just about your beauty.
The rare and striking eloquence of your face. Haunting and mesmerizing. Yet warm and generous.
And it isn’t about your mind, though that plays perhaps the most important part.
It is about control.
To direct you, to instruct you, to conduct you.
To admire you, to adore you, to paint you with words.
It is about knowing you belong to me.
Mine to do with as I will.
Because it thrills you.
It is a difficult concept to grasp.
Unless your natural sexual instinct and desire is to control.
Or to be controlled.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Aydemir Saidov