
Winter in England
afternoon giving way
to evening
filling the windows
of this ancient room
with darkness.
.
Yet for this moment
I am not here.
.
I am playing scratchy
smoky
sensual
haunting
French jazz
on my turntable.
.
I can almost smell
the Gauloises
and the Chanel.
.
I can almost hear
Pigalle
bursting with life
outside my window.
.
I can almost imagine
you and I
somehow both
transported
to a Paris summer.
.
I am sprawled
loose-limbed and easy
in an old leather chair
drinking wine.
.
And you are dancing
and shedding clothes
and blowing me kisses
while I
smiling
enchanted
enraptured
adoring
applaud.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – but a favourite
Art by Hamish Blakely
Tags: beauty, Hamish Blakely, Paris, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, writing

Winter in England
afternoon giving way
to evening
filling the windows
of this ancient room
with darkness.
.
Yet for this moment
I am not here.
.
I am playing scratchy
smoky
sensual
haunting
French jazz
on my turntable.
.
I can almost smell
the Gauloises
and the Chanel.
.
I can almost hear
Pigalle
bursting with life
outside my window.
.
I can almost imagine
you and I
somehow both
transported
to a Paris summer.
.
I am sprawled
loose-limbed and easy
in an old leather chair
drinking wine.
.
And you are dancing
and shedding clothes
and blowing me kisses
while I
smiling
enchanted
enraptured
adoring
applaud.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Hamish Blakely
Tags: beauty, dancing for me, distance relationship, Hamish Blakely, Paris, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing

Winter in England
afternoon giving way
to evening
filling the windows
of this ancient room
with darkness.
Yet for this moment
I am not here.
I am playing scratchy
smoky
sensual
haunting
French jazz
on my turntable.
I can almost smell
the Gauloises
and the Chanel.
I can almost hear
Pigalle
bursting with life
outside my window.
I can almost imagine
you and I
somehow both
transported
to a Paris summer.
I am sprawled
loose-limbed and easy
in an old leather chair
drinking wine.
And you are dancing
and shedding clothes
and blowing me kisses
while I
smiling
enchanted
enraptured
adoring
applaud.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this around this time two years ago. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.
Art by Hamish Blakely
Tags: beauty, distance relationship, Hamish Blakely, Paris, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing

Winter in England
afternoon giving way
to evening
filling the windows
of this ancient room
with darkness.
Yet for this moment
I am not here.
I am playing scratchy
smoky
sensual
haunting
French jazz
on my turntable.
I can almost smell
the Gauloises
and the Chanel.
I can almost hear
Pigalle
bursting with life
outside my window.
I can almost imagine
you and I
somehow both
transported
to a Paris summer.
I am sprawled
loose-limbed and easy
in an old leather chair
drinking wine.
And you are dancing
and shedding clothes
and blowing me kisses
while I
smiling
enchanted
enraptured
adoring
applaud.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this around this time last year. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.
Art by Hamish Blakely
Tags: beauty, D/s, dancing for me, distance relationship, Hamish Blakely, Paris, poetry, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing

Winter in England
afternoon giving way
to evening
filling the windows
of this ancient room
with darkness.
Yet for this moment
I am not here.
I am playing scratchy
smoky
sensual
haunting
French jazz
on my turntable.
I can almost smell
the Gauloises
and the Chanel.
I can almost hear
Pigalle
bursting with life
outside my window.
I can almost imagine
you and I
somehow both
transported
to a Paris summer.
I am sprawled
loose limbed and easy
in an old leather chair
drinking wine.
And you are dancing
and shedding clothes
and blowing me kisses
while I
smiling
enchanted
enraptured
adoring
applaud.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Hamish Blakely
Tags: beauty, dancing for me, distance relationship, Hamish Blakely, Paris, poetry, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
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