Frank Dicksee's Passion
“He delights in my flesh and though it seems a sort of vanity, I love that he is not able to resist me. It's not to say I dismiss the sweet complication of tendre expressed in the small or that I don't delight in the blissful glory of his hand over mine in show of comfort or affection. Its more my greedy revelling in the knowing that no other will do for him but me.”
I have had these words with me over a year and have yet to put a face to them. I’m not capable, for the words are a beautiful blend of romance and the erotic, but I am only able to write romantic sensuality. It’s my limitation and I worry it will be my ultimate failing.
Now, I know you’re thinking but if the initial idea came, from her then surely it is in her to express in full and only fear is stopping her. Perhaps that is the case but if that is the truth what chance have I without a proper therapist to unearth the root cause of this fear. Christ can you imagine it, another writer with a therapist, surely these few lines don’t merit such an affection.
My love, my deepest regard,