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A Faded Romantic's Notebook

You have ruined

my box of words.

None of them

are good enough.

None of them

are adequate.

None of them

can do you justice.

My nouns

are neutered,

my adjectives

are absent,

my verbs

are without value.

I have run out

of metaphors


and superlatives.

You have ruined

my box of words.

How can I

describe you now?



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but probably relevant.

Art by the late Steve Hanks

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Surely fall

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A Faded Romantic's Notebook


I have never met her.

Yet I can smell her scent on my fingers.

I can hear her laughter. The way it lifts and dances and makes me smile.

I can feel the press of her body, her skin soft against mine, my face buried in her hair,  I can imagine how she responds to my touch, the blush in her throat, the quickening of her breath and the rising of her breasts.

The hardening of her nipples. Her wetness against my thigh.

I can taste her kiss. So vividly that I am running the tip of my tongue over my lips to capture the sweetness.

I can see her eyes, bright, eloquent, shining, luminous.

Making me sigh.

I have never met her

But if I did

I would surely fall.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

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