Some days I am raw
I prowl and pace these rooms like a caged animal. My skin itches, my sinews are tight, my muscles cramp. There is an ache deep in my bones.
My eyes burn with images of you dancing.
My long fingers yearn for your flesh.
I cannot focus on work, on words, on writing. I cannot apply myself to whatever it is I am supposed to be doing.
I am hard at the slightest thought of you
My mind is a tangle of ropes and restraints, cuffs and chains. My imagination is busy peeling off your clothes, kissing your throat, your breasts, your belly, your thighs.
My mouth on your sex. Your taste on my tongue.
I yearn for your body, your beauty, your pure and perfect form.
I long for you spread like sacrifice across a brass bed on white sheets.
I want your climax over and over
for my pleasure.
Some days I am so fucking raw.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this two years ago. Some days – and nights – it has much resonance.
Photograph © Skatefreak14