They share a secret.
A delicious, dirty, decadent secret.
It dances dangerously between them.
It is desperately dreamy with adoration.
It is dark with discipline, direction and dominance.
It is delicate, delightful and deep.
It drips
with desire.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written some time ago – but aren’t there always secrets?
Art by Ibrahem Swaid
