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She cupped his face in her hands

and sighed.

‘I love your eyes,’ she whispered.

‘Why?’ he asked softly.

She smiled

‘Because they see me as beautiful.’

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but I like it so I will inflict it upon the reader again.

Art by Jack Vettriano

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Conversation

 

Art by Jack Vettriano

 

She cupped his face in her hands

and sighed.

‘I love your eyes,’ she whispered.

‘Why?’ he asked softly.

She smiled

‘Because they see me as beautiful.’

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but I like it so I will inflict it upon the reader again.

Art by Jack Vettriano

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2017 in Lovers Past, Still Life

 

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Conversation

 

Art by Jack Vettriano

She cupped his face in her hands

and sighed.

‘I love your eyes,’ she whispered.

‘Why?’ he asked softly.

She smiled

‘Because they see me as beautiful.’

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

 
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Posted by on February 24, 2016 in Still Life

 

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Like Lovers

There is never a moment when there is nothing to say.

From the instant in the grey morning when he steers the car out of the rain-washed car park, to the minute he brings it to a stop again in the same place six hours later, their conversation is endless.

It twists and turns through a dozen subjects on the anonymous motorway. It drifts along harmlessly on their one attempt at duty. It ducks and dives, dances and weaves, sometimes dangerously, sometimes amusingly, sometimes sweetly as they eat in the restaurant. Even when he is utterly lost in her beauty and the eloquence of her gorgeous eyes, their words somehow continue to bind them tight.

There is an exclamation point when she unexpectedly kisses him on the cheek and they hug almost awkwardly as they return to the street. It is heaven to feel her arms about him, to feel her close, even for those untidy, embarrassed, sacred seconds.

And then their dialogue continues. Wild, irreverent, brave and unabated.

They hold each other’s attention like lovers.

Yet they are not.

 
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Posted by on June 12, 2012 in Lovers Past

 

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