Her body

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Her Body


Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.


Her body is my canvas

A perfect page on which to paint my words,

to daub my prose,

to scratch my spidery, inky, dangerous poetry.


Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written seven years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And her body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

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