Art by Mark Spain


I will give you

roses without thorns,

certainty without caveats,

adoration without qualification,

admiration without limit

in exchange

for every gorgeous

wondrous inch

of you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this a year ago. It is perhaps almost a hymn of my dark religion

Art by Mark Spain


Posted by on January 19, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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No Compromise



I adore your beauty.

it is pure, eloquent, exquisite.


I adore your body.

it is rare, elegant, immaculate.


I adore your mind.

It is sharp, creative, intelligent.


I adore you utterly.


But there will never be

any compromise

in my control

my direction

or my discipline.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted before, but always true

Art by Loui Jover


Posted by on January 18, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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To dance


If the intensity

and power

of my words

could compel

you to dance

for me

I would compose them

with a passion

a fire

and a hunger

that your body

could never resist.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rainer Augur


Posted by on January 17, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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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.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Taras Loboda



Posted by on January 16, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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Twitter Favourites

Art by Fabian Perez


It is time for some truth

Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.

Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.

Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago, and a year before, and so on. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.

Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.

Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.

These are written for someone special.

These are my favourite tweets.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This was written two years ago, but perhaps for some it will be new

Art by Fabian Perez


Posted by on January 15, 2017 in Still Life


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I love you, Honeybear


Another of the songs I like but you might not know.

This one is by Joshua Tillman aka Father John Misty.

He is a busy singer/songwriter and musician, turning up all over the place with various bands and artists. I get the impression he is something of a troubled soul but he hates Trump (he brilliantly described his speech at the Republican National Convention ‘ the demonic clown pageant coronation of our next potential Idiot King’) and he has written this wonderful, grown-up, poetic love song “I love you Honeybear’ – so he is completely ok by me.

This features on his 2015 album of the same name.
“Oh, honeybear, honeybear, honeybear Ooh-ooh
Mascara blood
Ash and cum
On the Rorschach sheets where we make love

Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear Ooh-ooh
Fuck the world damn straight malaise
It may be just us who feel this way

But don’t ever doubt this, my steadfast conviction
My love, you’re the one I want to watch the ship go down with
The future can’t be real, I barely know how long a moment is
Unless we’re naked getting high on the mattress
While the global market crashes
As death fills the streets we’re garden variety oblivious
You grab my hand and say
In I-told-you-so voice
“It’s just how we expected.”

Everything is doomed, and nothing will be spared
But I love you, honeybear Ooh-Ooh Ooh-Ooh
Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear Ooh-Ooh

You’re bent over the altar
And the neighbors are complaining
That the misanthropes next door
Are probably conceiving a Damian

Don’t they see the darkness rising?
Good luck figuring oblivion
We’re getting out now while we can

You’re welcome boys, have the last of the smokes and chicken
Just one Cadillac will do to get us out to where we’re going
I’ve brought my mother’s depression
You’ve got your father’s scorn and a wayward aunt’s schizophrenia

But everything is fine
Don’t give into despair
Cause I love you, honeybear”



Song and lyrics © Joshua Tillman aka Father John Misty

Other words © the author writing as Romantic Dominant


Posted by on January 15, 2017 in Music


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I am in love with skin.

I love the feel of it beneath my finger tips. The heat of it. The smooth texture beneath the ridged whorls of my prints. The beauty, the softness, the glow. The gorgeous glide over muscle and bone. The imperceptible down at the base of the spine. The pucker and berry of nipple. The impossible silk of inner thigh.

I love the scent of it as I breathe in. The individual intimate fragrance. A heady heaven of perfume, pheromone and perspiration. As private and personal as a signature.

I love the taste of it beneath the caress of my tongue. The delicate hints, the slight tang, the subtle shades of flavour that fill my mouth. The unique, eloquent, dark, secret essence of sex.

I am in love with skin.

Your skin.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. I have posted it a couple of times. But I hope you enjoy regardless

Art by Omar Ortiz


Posted by on January 14, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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