She has let her hands
wander all over
her body
as if they belonged
to a lover
to a writer
to a teacher
to a priest
to an angel
to the devil
to her Master.
As if they belonged
to a stranger.
As if they belonged
to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
You must be logged in to post a comment.