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Last and First

Art by Loui Jover

You are my last fantasy

before I sleep.

My first fantasy

when I awake.

And all of my

wild and wicked dreams

in between.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Picture on her profile

lana-del-rey

Her picture on her profile.

It began with that.

His long finger was arrested in its lazy, languid, bored downwards scroll by her image.

A slight intake of breath. An appreciative lift of the eyebrows. A smile. An impossible sense of recognition.

He did not know her, but she seemed familiar.

He studied her face. The eyes, the mouth, the nose, the cheekbones.

He stroked the stubble on his chin, and leaned forward slightly in his chair.

With his eyes closed he imagined her.  And he could picture her completely in his head.

He guided the cursor and clicked the ‘follow’ button.

Her picture on her profile.

It began with that.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

The photograph is obviously of the incredibly talented and very lovely Lana Del Rey. For many reasons she, and this picture, were perfect as an illustration for the post. It is used without permission, but I am sure she will not mind.

I wrote this a year ago. But it feels like a good time to repeat it

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2016 in Still Life

 

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Throat

Art by Alexey CHERNIGIN

Oh to lose myself

in the wild morning tangle

of your hair

and place my soft, hungry kiss

on your gorgeous, warm

sweet-scented

sleep-scented

elegant and beautiful

pure and lovely

throat.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Alexey Chernigin

 

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2016 in Erotica, Poetry

 

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Exchange

Art by Steve Hanks

I will give you

roses without thorns,

promises without caveats,

adoration without qualification,

admiration without limit

in exchange

for every gorgeous

wondrous inch

of you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2016 in D/s, Poetry

 

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Imagine a girl

Art by Mr. Pilgrim

Imagine a girl.

She is young. Yet still a woman.

Imagine a girl

She is dancing.

Her hair is a dark storm cascading over her shoulders and down her back. It is wild and wayward. It frames her lovely face with waves and curls. Her expression is serious as she concentrates on the music.

Yet when she smiles it ignites the room.

Imagine a girl.

She is dancing.

Her body is a paradise of lines and curves. Her shape is slender but not thin. She is exquisitely proportioned, poised and peachy perfect. Her movements are sensual, sexy, and subtle.

She knows how to move. But shedding her clothes is new.

Imagine a girl

She is dancing

She is dancing to Lana Del Rey ….

I do not have to imagine her.

She is dancing for me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art stolen from Mr. Pilgrim

I wrote this exactly a year ago. So here it is again.

 
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Posted by on January 17, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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No compromise

art-by-loui-jover

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.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Inky black

Art by Daniel Danger

The night is inky black

It is cold enough to chill the flesh, chill the bones, chill the soul. I draw my cloak around me and stiffen my shoulders to the frigid air. I feel the skin on my face harden, the lines become deeper, my eyes narrow.

I trace my steps along the narrow path amongst the trees. My breathing is a mist.

There are sounds all around me. A pair of owls twit and woo. A fox barks. A muntjac is noisy and indiscreet in the woods.  The footsteps of ghosts follow me in indistinct echoes. Always ghosts. The wind disturbs the leaves.

The river is hidden to my right. It is swollen with recent rain. I sense it kissing the top of the banks on either side, brushing the underside of the bridge, and silently hurrying towards the far distant sea.

My house, home for what seems like forever but not for much longer, is a huge, looming solid shape. There is a light in a broken square. It shines out like a beacon, and a charm, in the darkness.

The night is inky black.

It surrounds me, engulfs me drowns me. I crunch slowly up the gravel drive. The wild rabbits flee my approach in panic.

I wonder if she will be home.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Daniel Danger

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2016 in Still Life

 

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