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Odyssey

 

I have travelled

through myth and legend

fantasy and mystery

storm and rain

sun and shadow

beauty and tears

sex and darkness

to find you

to explore you

to own you

eyes and mouth

hair and throat

breasts and hips

arse and legs

belly and thighs

submissive soul

and clever mind.

You are my odyssey.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, yet true.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on January 27, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Germination

 

Once that dark

decadent

dangerous

but oh so delicious

seed

has been planted

in her fertile

creative

intelligent

imagination

it cannot help

but grow.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this. But seeds are sometimes planted and grow.

Art by Miles Williams Mathis

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Skin to soul

 

You could be

an actress

a model

the well-known face

of perfume

or clothes.

 

You could be

the spirit

the Muse

of painters

and writers,

a woman

worshipped

an icon

a saint

a rose.

 

 

But you

sweet angel

are more lovely

more adorable

more desirable

more special

to me

skin to soul

than any of those.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new – but I like it

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Snow

photography-by-soliart-on-five-hundredpx

 

There is no threat

of snow

in these dark skies

yet I imagine

pure

white

perfect

icy flakes

melting

on your exquisite skin

and being captured

in the storm

of your hair.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this perhaps four years ago on a Winter’s day when the weather was mild. Today my world is white with snow and it seems apt to repeat it.

Photography believed to be by SoliArt and featured on FiveHundredpx. If I am wrong and this belongs to you I will credit or remove. A lovely image.

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2021 in Art, Poetry

 

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Virtual captivity

 

The power

of his words

a collar

at her throat.

 

The sound

of his voice

a rope

that binds her.

 

The thumb

and forefinger

of his will

a manacle

on her wrist.

 

Her virtual captivity

thrills her.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post is from some years ago, but always appropriate.

Art by Taras Loboda

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Altar

 

In his dark

D/s religion

she does not know

if he has placed her

atop a pedestal

or laid her

upon an altar

and whether she

is a goddess

or a sacrifice.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but sometimes true

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Beyond

 

Only the girl

who wants

beyond the theory

who wants

beyond the poetry

who wants

beyond the possibility

truly discovers

the reality

in me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Eyes

art-by-godfrey-yarek

 

He knows her eyes from her photographs.

He is lost in them.

In a number of the treasured images they are open and smiling. In others, they are mysterious and brooding. Sometimes they smoulder. In one or two they are soft and vulnerable. These touch him deeply.
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He has no vocabulary to describe the colour – and besides – it is not constant. They are molasses, and coffee, and cinnamon and toasted biscuits and burnt caramel and dark, amber honey.
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They remind him of newly born, shining chestnuts, freshly emerged from their creamy skins.
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Her eyes make him think of gorgeous, golden, gleaming antique wood, of raw opium, and of rich, crafted, leather.
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And of looking deep into her soul while he slowly, tenderly, expertly caresses her perfect body with long, elegant, sensitive fingers.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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I do not discriminate between colour of skin, of hair, or of eyes, and have no preferences. This just happens to be a tribute to brown eyes. It was written at the turn of the year 2013 and has been shyly and patiently waiting behind sweetly lowered lids to be posted once again this year.
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Posted by on January 20, 2021 in Lovers Past, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Audience

 

I will be

your Master

your lover

your teacher

your director

your instructor

your writer

your fighter

your admirer

your camera.

 

I will be

your poet

your guide

your shaman

your priest

your ally

your defender

your friend

your confidante

your owner.

 

I will be

your audience.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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If we were strangers

Art by Henry Saliot

 

If we were strangers

and I saw you

in a cafe

reading a book

or on a train

gazing from the window

or in the park

walking your dog

or in a restaurant

laughing with friends

or in a supermarket

checking your list

or in a car

stuck at the lights

or in the office

confident and sure

or in a crowd

standing out

I would still want you

like sin

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but true.

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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