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

Art by Casey Baugh

I posted this five years ago. And four times since. I hope you will enjoy nevertheless

 

I will dress you

 

I will dress you

in chic black

high on the thigh.

Or in virgin white

angel pure.

Or in elegant

expensive

designer gowns.

Or in raw denim

tight as a skin.

Or crisp in cotton.

Or luscious in leather.

Or smooth and sensual

and sleek

in silk.

.

I will dress you

in a thousand ways

for the pure joy

of undressing you.

Slowly.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago. Sometimes relevant

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 year ago. Yet almost is never near enough.

 

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 three 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

Art by Casey Baugh

I posted this four years ago. And thrice since. I hope you will enjoy nevertheless

 

I will dress you

 

I will dress you

in chic black

high on the thigh.

Or in virgin white

angel pure.

Or in elegant

expensive

designer gowns.

Or in raw denim

tight as a skin.

Or crisp in cotton.

Or luscious in leather.

Or smooth and sensual

and sleek

in silk.

.

I will dress you

in a thousand ways

for the pure joy

of undressing you.

Slowly.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago. Sometimes relevant

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

 

 

Sense of you

 

Sometimes

unprompted

unheralded

unexpected

unanticipated

out of the blue

I am overtaken

overwhelmed

overpowered

by a breathtaking sense

of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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 two 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

Art by Casey Baugh

I posted this three years ago. And twice since. I hope you will enjoy nevertheless