I will adore you.
I will admire you and respect you.
I will support you when the whole world is against you, or even just a small part of it. I will take your side irrespective of whose side you are on. I will comfort you when you are hurt, lift you when you are down, make your spirits soar when you least expect it.
I will instruct you, mentor you, guide you. I will, as far as in my power, keep you safe. I will encourage you, enthuse you, motivate you. I will paint your body with words in ways that make you glow. I will be proud of you. I will study every inch of you and pour my attention over you like honey.
I will thrill you, tease you, and arouse you. I will help you fulfill your wildest fantasies, your darkest desires, your deepest needs. I will touch you in ways beyond your imagination. I will take you to climaxes that leave you utterly sated and complete.
I will amplify your joy, soften your sorrow, fill your days with light, and touch your nights with romance.
I will make you laugh. I will kiss away your tears.
I will give you confidence, give you strength, give you self-belief. I will worship your beauty, your sensuality, your body. I will hymn your breasts, your buttocks your belly, your shoulders, your throat, your back, your thighs. I will make your body sing with pleasure and pain.
You will be my submissive, my lover, my muse, my friend. You will belong. I will make you feel valued, worthy, special, unique, perfect.
I will adore you.
But I will not love you.
Regardless of how close, how entwined, how enraptured we become.
For I love another. I have loved her forever.
I will always love her.
She is the love of my life.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano
I wrote this exactly a year ago. It proved to be a popular if controversial post. It is time to give it another airing. Now with added audio.