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The woman I ache for

Art by John Robert Peck

 

You are the woman

I ache for

when my eyes

desire beauty

and elegant lines

and soft curves

and perfect skin.

 

You are the woman

I ache for

when my Dominant soul

longs to nurture

yearns to adore

and needs

to control.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by John Robert Peck

 
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Posted by on January 31, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Chantaje

 

Another in my occasional ‘songs that I like but you might not have heard’ series.

Except that I hadn’t heard this one either until Thursday last week.

So we had skied the day in wonderful sunshine. The afternoon had consisted of a couple of blacks on repeat, a number of reds, tame blues, some off piste moguls, and a longish blue taken at significant speed to head back to La Clusaz. Five o’clock, still buzzing with adrenalin we slid into a bar. Almost first up on the screen was Shakira and this song from last year. It also features Maluma, apparently a fellow Colombian. All new to me but I loved it.

I have to say that listening to it and watching it this evening it isn’t quite as good as I remembered it – perhaps the buzz of the slopes had heightened Shakira’s attraction – but I have always adored her singing in Spanish. And that face and body….

I saw her perform in London in 2010 and she was pure delight.

Anyway, as you know, I am always lost to a dancer.

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Song written and performed by Shakira accompanied by Maluma

Words in this post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 
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Posted by on January 30, 2017 in Music, Still Life

 

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Imagine a girl

art-by-mark-spain

 

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 by Mark Spain

I wrote this almost exactly two years ago. So here it is again.

 
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Posted by on January 30, 2017 in D/s, Lovers Past, Poetry

 

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Exchange

Art by Mark Spain

 

I will give you

roses without thorns,

certainty 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

I wrote this a year ago. It is perhaps almost a hymn of my dark religion

Art by Mark Spain

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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No Compromise

art-by-loui-jover

 

I adore your beauty.

it is pure, eloquent, exquisite.

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I adore your body.

it is rare, elegant, immaculate.

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I adore your mind.

It is sharp, creative, intelligent.

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I adore you utterly.

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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

Posted before, but always true

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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To dance

 

If the intensity

and power

of my words

could compel

you to dance

for me

I would compose them

with a passion

a fire

and a hunger

that your body

could never resist.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rainer Augur

 
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Posted by on January 17, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Virtual captivity

 

The power

of his words

a collar

at her throat.

 

The sound

of his voice

a rope

that binds her.

 

The thumb

and forefinger

of his will

a manacle

on her wrist.

 

Her virtual captivity

thrills her.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Taras Loboda

 

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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