20 Dec


I hungrily inhale

the cold, clear night air

like a hunter

like a lover

like a beast

seeking your scent.


Even the faintest register

the merest trace

the smallest

uncertain element

will heighten and swell

and make wild

my dark desire.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Emilia Wilk



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Posted by on December 20, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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