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I remember a girl

Art by Louis Jover

I remember a girl

She was beautiful.

She had that look I wanted to capture somewhere in my memory and keep safe. To bring to mind when the world is dark and against me. When I need to believe in something wonderful and pure.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She had eyes to become lost in, cheekbones like sculpture, and a mouth that would be beyond paradise to kiss. Her hair shone lustrous and liquid. When she threw it back over her elegant, naked shoulders I caught my breath.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She smiled at me as she danced. She was sensual and sexy, yet shy and uncertain. She moved with untutored natural grace, her body riding the rhythm. A paradise of curve and line.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

But nowhere near

as lovely

as you.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote and posted this a year ago. I like it, so I have bored you with it again. Smiles.

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2016 in Lovers Past, Still Life

 

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Nothing but scent

art-by-rob-hefferan

 

I will take you

to the Ball.

You will wear

your scarlet lipstick

your highest heels

your best pearls

your most elegant dress

and nothing but scent

underneath.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rob  Hefferan

 

 
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Posted by on December 30, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Shadow

Art by Edward B Gordon

 

She lingers

in my words

sleek and smooth

silky and seductive

soft and sweet

a subtle, scented

sensual shadow

her sheer

sexual presence

sculpts and shapes

my every sentence.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote and posted this a year ago. There are always shadows.

Art by Edward B Gordon

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Snow

photography-by-soliart-on-five-hundredpx

 

There is no threat

of snow

in these dark skies

yet I imagine

pure

white

perfect

icy flakes

melting

on your exquisite skin

and being captured

in the storm

of your hair.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photography believed to be by SoliArt and featured on FiveHundredpx. If I am wrong and this belongs to you I will credit or remove.

 

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

 

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A Holy Season

lonely_road_by_diginoobsi-d34ahxt

 

A Holy Season

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It is a holy season.

Cruel winds

shrill at the corners

scrub my face raw.

I hear a choir

dying in every gust.

.

It is a holy season.

Ragged chanting

from the perennial faithful

to celebrate birth.

.

It is a holy season.

Merciless children

torment the purses

of betrayed mothers,

extracting promises

like teeth.

.

It is a holy season.

Her head rests

blind

on my shoulder

leaking tears.

Her dead breath

is captured

in my curls.

.

It is a holy season.

I will undress it,

blue-fingered torture

from collar

to spine.

.

It is a holy season.

Licking thin lips

fresh with the taste

of salt and blood.

.

It is a holy season.

The meek

dream of inheritance

while the mighty

steal the shirts

from their backs.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written during a bitter winter long ago when I lost my heart, my words, and the last tattered remnants of faith – in religion, in politics, in big business. In the time since I wrote this the rich have become far richer all over the world. And much more skilled at lying and stealing. Hence Trump.

It has become a ritual for me to post this every year. An antidote to the commerciality and tacky sentimentality that the season swims in.

photograph borrowed from diginoobsi

 
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Posted by on December 23, 2016 in Still Life

 

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The One

 

Heaven__s_a_lie____by_helionn

He knows no other way

It is simply who he is. The way he has always been.

His earliest erotic fantasies were of control. And of damsels in distress.

And yet also of goddesses and worship.

He loves women. With respect. With admiration. With a deep and endless desire.

He needs to adore and to be adored.

Over the years has taught himself to be a Master of exquisite pleasure and delicious pain. He has known beauty, sensuality and submission beyond words.

But now winter tugs at his coat. He has become lined and grizzled, etched and silver.

The night is long. And his fire burns low.

Yet there is a light. Innocent, pure and holy.

Could she be the one

the one

the one.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this in December a couple of years ago, and repeated it last year at this time. I think I was perhaps feeling a little weary when I first penned it. Smiles.
It has a wintry feel, so I hope it goes well with the snowflakes falling on my blog.

Photo/Art borrowed from Helionn on DeviantArt

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Private man

art-unknown

 

Despite all of this

despite all you see

all you read

all you hear

all you surmise

all you guess

all you deduce

all you imagine

despite all you believe

and all evidence

to the contrary

I am

a private man.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art/Photography unknown. If this belongs to you, or if you are aware of the owner/creator, please let me know and I will credit or remove

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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