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About Romantic Dominant

A faded romantic Dominant with a love of all things beautiful and a taste for the darkly sensual and decadent. A lover of music, food and wine, literature, theatre, film and art. A writer. Though not a good one. Of novels, shorts stories, songs and poetry. The written word is my joy and my curse. I am tall, silver haired, slender with piercing hazel/blue eyes and long, sensitive hands. I am neither handsome nor unattractive. I am a realistic dreamer, an idealistic pragmatist. I am a sexually dominant but patient and sensual lover. I adore intelligent, elegant, independent, beautiful women . I am not young. I am faded and fading. But if the music is playing, and the wine is good, and the stars are shining bright in a soft velvet night sky, and the light falls on me just right, then you might see the man who could break hearts. Well, if you have a very good imagination anyway ...

Like seventeen

 

A pale, fading

April evening

folding in

playing old vinyl

burning patchouli

writing dark poetry

needing your beauty

wanting your body

and feeling like

seventeen

all over again.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but true.

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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I am not a holy man

 

I am not a holy man.

But I will touch your brow

as you kneel before me.

I will whisper a prayer

to your beauty

and your body.

 

I am not a holy man.

But I will hear your confession

in the sacred darkness.

I will sing a hymn

to your sweet heart

and submissive soul.

 

I am not a holy man.

But I will place my hands upon you

and anoint you with oil.

I will bless the moment

of your conversion

that carried you

here to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

This piece is perhaps five years old – I am still not a holy man

 
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Posted by on April 2, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Giving herself up

 

She feels sacred

she feels profane

she will give herself up

holy and heathen

pure and dirty

to his gently romantic

darkly erotic

sexual religion.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2020 in D/s, politics, Still Life

 

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Attraction is a mystery

 

Attraction is a mystery

What is it that captures, captivates and compels?

What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?

Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?

Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?

Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?

Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?

Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?

Is it in how good they make us feel?

Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?

Is it that we sense they will complete us?

 

Attraction is a mystery.

Even after all these years I cannot explain it.

But I do know

I am deeply attracted to you

by all of the above.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a few years ago. I still don’t know the answer, and probably never will. But I do know what attracts me …

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on March 29, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Combinations

 

How many

countless combinations

of skin and hair

muscle and bone

sinew and nerve

blood and eyes

breasts and lips

were tried

before the sheer perfection

of you?

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on March 28, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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More than enough

 

You are you.

 

With your sweet heart

your clever mind

your warm smile

your rare beauty

your divine body

your submissive soul

you are more

than enough.

 

You are you.

You are mine.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a brand new post, but sometimes valid.

Art by Antonio Sgarbossa

 
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Posted by on March 27, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Just poetry

 

Sometimes

my poetry

is just poetry.

 

It is not

a song

from my soul.

 

It is not

a yearning

cry for help.

 

It is not

the burning

of desire.

 

It is not

a statement

of intent.

 

It is not

secretly

about you.

 

It is not

how I feel

right now.

 

Sometimes

my poetry

is just poetry.

 

A jumble

of words

I strung

untidily

together.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Still true. Except for the many times when it is not just poetry.

Art by Victor Bauer

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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