What is it like?

A Faded Romantic's Notebook


What is it like?


What is it like to be with her

hearing her words

knowing her dreams?

What is like to be hers?


What is it like to be closer

stroking her hair

holding her body?

What is like to be there?


What is it like to be inside

feeling her skin

parting her thighs?

what is like to be in?



©  the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

This poem, written by me in my teens, often pops into my head.  Of course, I have no idea what I am thinking about that suddenly brings it to mind…..  Smiles

But here it is – recited by a much older, but sometimes still very inquisitive, me.

Not the first time I have posted it

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