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It is not in her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

.

It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

.

It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.

Art by Escha van den Bogerd

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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It is not her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

.

It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

.

It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.

Art by Escha van den Bogerd

 
7 Comments

Posted by on April 9, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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It is not her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

.

It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

.

It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.

Art by Escha van den Bogerd

 
8 Comments

Posted by on April 9, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Trails

 

Sometimes

she draws her fingernails

along the tender skin

of her inner thighs.

 

The raised trails

they leave behind

somehow

make him seem closer.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Escha van den Bogerd

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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