05 Apr


I planted

the smallest seed

of a fantasy

in her mind

and fed

and watered

it carefully.


Now it has grown


and wild

and she is


to its abundance

and intoxicated

by its heady

dangerous scent.



A post from this time last year. These seeds can be dangerous. But delightful.


© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Mark Spain


Posted by on April 5, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “Seed

  1. gracefulphrase

    April 5, 2018 at 6:24 pm

    Nice to see this one Pop up again.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. House of Heart

    April 5, 2018 at 9:13 pm

    Love this, the lady on the sofa too.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. angael 2000

    April 7, 2018 at 8:06 pm

    So true!

    Liked by 1 person


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