Monthly Archives: May 2016

Something for her


She wishes he would write something for her.

A fantasy of endless, velvet, star-filled skies.

Of a wild, round, luminous moon hanging like a silver lantern. Of a warm, perfumed breeze stroking her hair and tugging gently at her dress.

Of the distant strains of a yearning, lone violin fading and rising through the whispering trees.

Of his hands releasing the pale silk gown from her eloquent shoulders, and it running off her naked body like a caress and falling with a sigh at her feet.

Of her perfect, dangerous, wondrous curves laid out by him on a cool, crisp white linen sheet. Of her arms and legs stretched wide. Of his tongue, his lips, his fingers over every inch of her tingling skin, upon her sensual mouth, her exquisite breasts, and her urgent, swollen, fragrant sex.

Of him filling her with pleasure, with joy, and with himself.

In every way.

She wishes

She wishes he would write something for her.

He just has.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this a couple of years ago. Definitely the Romantic side of RD. I am rather fond of it. I hope readers do not mind the repeat


Posted by on May 31, 2016 in Still Life


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Lana Del Rey

She studies herself

in the full length mirror.

She knows that he cannot see her, does not see her, may never see her.

Yet she turns through a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, the way the morning light touches her skin.

She runs her hands through her hair, and lets it fall.

She hopes he likes the way she looks.

And though his eyes may never find her

She still seeks his approval.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.





Posted by on May 30, 2016 in D/s, Still Life


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In Demand

(Continuing my occasional posting of music which I like, but you might not know)

It is incredibly rare that I will like a piece of music based as much on the video as the song. But this one is an exception. It is by a group called Texas, who are Scottish, and the lead singer is the honey voiced Sharleen Spiteri. The song itself is upbeat, melodic, and simple – a woman who is ‘in demand’ after not being fully appreciated by her lover. She sings:

But now I’ve got someone who cares for me
He wrote my name in silver sands
I think you know you’ve lost the love of your life
(You said)
I was the best you’ve ever had

and you have the feeling he will indeed know it.

The video is superbly shot, the sequence in the filling station is very sexy, and the twist at the end is unexpected.

And it stars the wonderful Alan Rickman, one of my favourite actors, who died in January this year.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant, except song lyrics

Song written by McElhone/Spiteri, performed by Texas


Posted by on May 29, 2016 in Music


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Marius Markowski

Marius Markowski

I inhale




filling my nostrils

filling my throat

filling my lungs

filling my belly

filling my blood

filling my soul

with your intoxicating scent.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marius Markowski



Posted by on May 28, 2016 in Still Life


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Art by Richard Schmid

Finding you.

A pale, sweet girl of perfect curves and sensual lines.

A soft, gentle creature of wide-eyed innocence and dark desires.

An elegant woman of wit and charm and promise.

Finding you

is finding treasure.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Richard Schmid

Posted a year ago, but there is always such treasure to find.


Posted by on May 27, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life


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Carry her home

Art by Nathan Oliviera


He is not young

or ripped

or tattooed

or pierced

or particularly famous

or like a boy

in a band.


But here

wrapped in his arms

with his stubble

his red wine

his music

his poems

and his teaching

he is the one

she wants

to carry her home.




© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Nathan Oliviera


Posted by on May 24, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life


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In my youth ….

Art by Annick Bouvattier

A girl like you.

In my youth I would have fought other boys for the right to walk you home. Wearing the scars like a badge. Or I would have wandered backwards and forwards past your house , hoping to catch a glimpse of you at a window. Or long for you to see me, a shadowy figure beneath the street light, and think me romantic.

In my youth I would have carved presumptuous initials into innocent trees, into battered park benches, into tables, and desks, and the backs of chairs – not caring if I was caught. Or that you would disapprove if you knew.

In my youth I would have sought you out at dances, making a mess of my over rehearsed lines. I would have asked a friend to give you messages – which you would probably receive with a frown.

In my youth I would have made up a hundred heroic stories in my head where I come to your rescue. Saving you from the clutches of the mob, the grip of an assailant, the jaws of death. Or perhaps just finding your lost dog.

In my youth I would have written you tortured poems, toiled over for hours, scrawled on stolen paper, that would never leave the pocket of my faded denim jeans.

In my youth I would have wished for the internet, if I could have seen into the future.

Yet here I am. Connection at my fingertips. Posting pointless poetry.

That you will probably never read

A girl like you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier



Posted by on May 23, 2016 in Still Life


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