He is surprised.
He thought that he was higher on her list of priorities.
Especially when she knows the nature of his pride.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano
Posted by Romantic Dominant on April 14, 2013 in D/s, Still Life
Tags: if I am not the first thing you think of I may as well be the last, Jack Vettriano, poetry, pride, relationships, romantic dominant, writing
April 14, 2013 at 5:49 pm
April 14, 2013 at 9:32 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting
April 14, 2013 at 5:53 pm
such power in an economy of words. as ever…beautifully raw and I’m in awe. x
You are too kind. Thank you.
April 14, 2013 at 5:55 pm
I pledge he is the first thought. That it how I love my Big Daddy. That’s how I’m good.
You speak to my heart.
April 14, 2013 at 9:33 pm
He has to be the first thought. As she is for him.
April 14, 2013 at 6:05 pm
Everyone makes time for the things that are important to them. I’ve learned that the hard way.
April 14, 2013 at 6:11 pm
We certainly all want to be on our special someone’s priority list~right at the top! Loved this.
April 14, 2013 at 9:34 pm
It is so. I am glad you did.
April 14, 2013 at 6:19 pm
The Bible is filled with some very…..ridiculous things. But the phrase “pride goes before a fall” has always struck me as wise. I wish it were not so, but I have learned…
April 14, 2013 at 9:38 pm
I must disagree. I know many proud people who show no sign of falling, and many with no pride who endlessly tumble. I think that there is confusion between the words ‘pride’ and ‘complacency’.
Thank you for commenting. Appreciated.
April 14, 2013 at 6:20 pm
You always say so much in so few words, it always astounds me.
It is hard to not feel like someone’s first thoughts, or highest priority, though I do believe sometimes we are wrong in determining what we mean to another. Sometimes our perspective is skewed and we do not see that yes we are that first thought, that always thought – perhaps that person does not show it clearly enough. I know I have been wrong before with this.
April 14, 2013 at 9:40 pm
There is much truth in what you say. And I have been wrong too. But it does not change the feeling.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
April 14, 2013 at 9:42 pm
Wrong or right, the feelings are what are true for you. If that is how you feel, then that is your truth.
You’re welcome, I always love your writing.
April 14, 2013 at 9:49 pm
You are right. We all have our own truth. Perhaps there is no universal one when we each prefer our own so much.
And I always enjoy your writing enormously too, dear L
April 14, 2013 at 10:01 pm
Smiles, dear D, that means so much to me, more than I can articulate.
We do all possess our own truths, which can be part of what is so enthralling about each other, and often what is so infuriating. Quite a challenge to ever prefer anyone else’s but our own.
All that said, we all want to be adored and we all want to be someone else’s everything, don’t you think?
April 15, 2013 at 6:46 pm
April 14, 2013 at 6:28 pm
Indeed a privilege, and of the highest honor to be His chosen one. I was severely punished for insolence once. He withdrew his presence and i was silenced. Terribly painful.
April 14, 2013 at 9:41 pm
I cannot imagine you being insolent, but can imagine the impact of the punishment
April 14, 2013 at 6:39 pm
Maybe she is just playing a game.
Then she plays it on her own. Smiles.
April 14, 2013 at 8:07 pm
Such a gift. Smiles.
April 14, 2013 at 9:45 pm
Thank you, mon amie
April 14, 2013 at 8:32 pm
She betrayed or was indulging in mind games..is it so? Or, she never existed….
April 15, 2013 at 3:08 am
love and pride are incompatible. Thank you for the lovely read, Mr. D.
I wonder …
April 15, 2013 at 3:09 am
Must reblog, cannot resist!
April 15, 2013 at 6:47 pm
Honoured by it. Thank you. Smiles
Reblogged this on Heartafire's Blog.
April 15, 2013 at 4:34 am
…wait, is this the mistress one who halved a breadcrumb with her thumbnail? : )
April 15, 2013 at 6:48 pm
Laughing. No. Complicated, isn’t it?
April 15, 2013 at 11:22 pm
I’m just joking. It’s not complicated, it’s a pattern like everyone else. I thoroughly enjoy it all and thank you for being here.
April 16, 2013 at 6:30 pm
I like being here. Thank you for visiting.
April 16, 2013 at 1:05 pm
Smiling, its not often we see your feathers so ruffled 🙂 Could it be that she didn’t realise? Perhaps a genuine and innocent misdemeanour? x
April 16, 2013 at 6:38 pm
Smiling. Ruffled feathers. So obvious?
April 17, 2013 at 8:03 am
That is the nature of humans. I would suppose that she is all the more intriguing to you now. One wants all the more that which does not come easily. Probably just a move in the game, and you sir are no pawn. Stay true to your worth.
April 18, 2013 at 6:49 pm
Oh, I do. She is no longer intriguing to me.
April 19, 2013 at 2:43 am
Lost intrigue, makes me feel sad, you? Perhaps it is the late hour that doesn’t help. I shouldn’t read poems so late at night…the veil is thin and emotions raw. But that is often where my inspiration comes from.
April 19, 2013 at 6:57 pm
When life is normal and we are calm and content it is hard to write with passion.
April 19, 2013 at 9:48 pm
December 16, 2016 at 6:07 pm
First thought.. last thought.. and all the thoughts in between.
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December 17, 2016 at 3:01 pm
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