Hard

I listen

hard

for a murmur of you

for a rumour of you

for a whisper of you

for the sound of you.

.

I wait

hard

for a trace of you

for a glimpse of you

for a sight of you

for the shape of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Enchantment

I do not know the sorcery of attraction.

I only know its magic, its chemistry, its compelling, demanding, irresistible force

I only know it by the mane of hair, the eloquent eyes, the sensual lips

I only know it by the elegant shoulders, the exquisite breasts, the perfect legs

I only know it by the sweetest voice, the lightest wit, the purest heart.

I do not know the sorcery of attraction

I only know the shape

of its enchantment

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

Not new, but true.

 

Almost

If I close my eyes

I can almost

spirit you here

your beauty

your body

your smile

your scent

your heat.

.

But almost

isn’t anywhere

near here.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

Written a few years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.

 

Gravity

Even here

at the very edge

of your atmosphere

I can feel

your irresistible

beautiful gravity

pulling me

tugging me

drawing me

dragging me

compelling me

calling me

closer.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Prophecy

She gives me her palm to read.

.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

.

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

.

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written six years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Enchantment

I do not know the sorcery of attraction.

I only know its magic, its chemistry, its compelling, demanding, irresistible force

I only know it by the mane of hair, the eloquent eyes, the sensual lips

I only know it by the elegant shoulders, the exquisite breasts, the perfect legs

I only know it by the sweetest voice, the lightest wit, the purest heart.

I do not know the sorcery of attraction

I only know the shape

of its enchantment

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Almost

If I close my eyes

I can almost

spirit you here

your beauty

your body

your smile

your scent

your heat.

.

But almost

isn’t anywhere

near here.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

Written a few years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.

 

Gravity

Even here

at the very edge

of your atmosphere

I can feel

your irresistible

beautiful gravity

pulling me

tugging me

drawing me

dragging me

compelling me

calling me

closer.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new but so true

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Prophecy

She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written five years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Hard

 

I listen

hard

for a murmur of you

for a rumour of you

for a whisper of you

for the sound of you.

 

I wait

hard

for a trace of you

for a glimpse of you

for a sight of you

for the shape of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh