Let her hands

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

Not new. But always new.

Art by Patrice Murciano

 

Let her hands

 

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

Not new. But always new.

Art by Patrice Murciano

 

Let her hands

 

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

Not new. But always new.

Art by Patrice Murciano

 

Let her hands

 

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

Not new. But always new.

Art by Patrice Murciano

 

Let her hands

 

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

Art by Patrice Murciano