Her scent

22 Dec


He thinks about her.

He is sipping red wine. It fills his mouth with grape and his heart with hope.  Outside it is still raining.

Earlier he had walked the hounds in a brief respite from the deluge.  There had been a delayed monsoon waiting in the dying-leaved trees.

A hidden sun had set invisibly over his grey, sodden, dripping village before four o’clock. The afternoon had been swallowed up by night without a whimper

It is the day after the shortest day.

He lives by the seasons and can already feel the change. The days will lengthen from now. It is a clean, beckoning, hungry new page.

He will write her name on it.

He does not know who she is. And yet he already senses her presence in his life.

He cannot be sure if they have yet made contact, chased shadows, crossed borders, traded smiles, touched hands, exchanged truths, offered up words, or painted pictures on a blank canvas.

He is unable to tell if they are already gently familiar or are completely unconnected strangers.

Yet he is certain, at this change of the solstice, that she is there.  For him.

So he takes another sip and leans back into the soft, comfortable leather of his chair.

He can almost smell her scent on his fingers.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Painting by Thomas Saliot


Posted by on December 22, 2012 in D/s, Still Life


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45 responses to “Her scent

  1. emmylgant

    December 22, 2012 at 7:50 pm

    Potent stuff…. You are right, we dream.


  2. SassyTwatter

    December 22, 2012 at 7:55 pm

    Simply lovely. Sweet & sultry.


  3. luggagelady

    December 22, 2012 at 8:47 pm

    Breathtaking… LOVE!


  4. mlbk7

    December 22, 2012 at 8:56 pm

    I want to be wanted like this. This is to die for. You take my breath away. Exquisite. MB.


  5. The Silver Poet

    December 22, 2012 at 9:00 pm

    wonderful….. and the pic…simply great!


  6. pivoine68

    December 22, 2012 at 9:13 pm

    I’ll bet that she is there.



  7. Heartafire

    December 22, 2012 at 10:39 pm

    Mysterious and sensual. I like this very much.


  8. sharronkelley

    December 23, 2012 at 12:00 am

    I love that peaceful anticipation…not quite being able to see around the corner, but knowing…..
    Thank you. I enjoyed this very much.


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 23, 2012 at 10:53 am

      It is a strange feeling. An excitement hidden beneath the calm.
      Thank you


  9. Kayla Lords

    December 23, 2012 at 12:38 am

    I would love for a feeling like that…of just knowing…


  10. H. Stos.

    December 23, 2012 at 12:46 am

    When I got this in my e-mail I stopped what I was doing and read it over and over again. You’re that good. I love it.


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 23, 2012 at 10:59 am

      You have a way with extraordinary compliments.
      Thank you.


      • H. Stos.

        December 23, 2012 at 5:07 pm

        You have a way with extraordinary writing. You’re welcome.


  11. Mave

    December 23, 2012 at 3:22 am

    Like rain. *smiles*
    Everyday that I read something you’ve written, I’m glad I stumbled across your blog.


  12. The Daydreamer

    December 23, 2012 at 3:52 am

    Beautiful story. yes. Sometimes, things like that happen. There is this person you barely know, and then you can’t get him/her outta ur mind after.


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 23, 2012 at 11:04 am

      And you wonder at life before she came.
      Thanks for reading and commenting.


  13. mybhumi

    December 23, 2012 at 6:17 am

    a mixture of painful longing and aspirations, I’ve felt similar. I see it: he takes another sip and leans back; this is heaven, and this is excruciating.


  14. D.

    December 23, 2012 at 9:53 am

    Resolve is such fleeting stuff. With a new year, a new Dawn perhaps?

    I do miss your old adventures.


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 23, 2012 at 11:06 am

      Who knows. I am not unhappy. Just that damned ache.

      I miss them too. Though not specifically them.


  15. jayne

    December 23, 2012 at 11:20 am

    Before knowing, everything is possible. That place between not knowing and knowing is a magical place to be. Your imagination can run wild, no?


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 23, 2012 at 11:28 am

      It does. Especially when there are so few limits to reality.


      • jayne

        December 23, 2012 at 7:59 pm

        keeping the magic must be a dance in and out of reality – theres a beautiful poem in there somewhere. : ) I’ll have to search for it later.


        • Romantic Dominant

          December 23, 2012 at 8:30 pm

          I am sure you will find it. Yes. Maintaining the magic when it gets real is more than a conjuring trick.


  16. Heartafire

    December 23, 2012 at 3:20 pm

    beautiful writing…


  17. Agatha-luise

    December 23, 2012 at 3:44 pm

    Completely irrelevant comment: So, what scent is it?


  18. Little K.

    December 23, 2012 at 11:31 pm

    Lovely depiction. It plays simply, and yet deeply, within the hearts of wandering beats.

    Wishing You, as always, a well day.


  19. angeloftheheart

    December 24, 2012 at 10:38 am

    *at a loss for words*


  20. thesacredroad

    December 24, 2012 at 10:54 pm

    you never get it wrong. never. Exquisite. X


  21. butterflyx3

    December 28, 2012 at 10:36 pm




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