If this
was the same
as swimming
out to sea
to a distant island,
she is now
at the point
where she is too far
from the shore
to return,
and can only
continue,
leaving her clothes
and her inhibitions
behind
on the beach
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
too far from shore …
Art by Gerard Duchene
Sexual submission
is not for the needy
or the lost
or the lonely
or the bored
or the casually curious.
.
It is for the independent
intelligent girl
who knows the call
the ache
the yearning
to be owned
and fulfilled
deep in her soul.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, but endlessly true.
Art by William Oxer
The music starts
slow guitar
growling bass
dirty brass
drums kick in
high hat
snare.
.
His eyes
are upon her
watching her face
watching her body
as she moves.
.
She has never
felt more
a woman
than she does
right now.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
This post is seven years old, yet a dancer is always special to me.
Art by Jeremy Mann
Everything
I’ve seen
everything
I’ve learned
everything
I’ve wanted
everything
I’ve had
never prepared me
for you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not a brand-new piece. Yet sometimes ….
Art by Talentbek Chekirov
She is naked.
She runs her fingertips along her cheeks and lightly over lips.
So gently that her skin tingles.
She closes her eyes and trails them over her chin, onto her neck and into the hollow of her throat.
They trace a line across her collar bones. She shivers. But she is not cold.
She is surprised to find her skin so sensitive to her own touch.
She parts her thighs. Wide. As wide as she can.
Breathing hard she allows her hands to slide down and cup her breasts.
She slowly circles her areolae with her thumbs, feeling the already erect nipples harden into tight buds.
She strokes herself, exquisite arcs of excitement. She almost becomes lost in the sensation.
She imagines her hands becoming his. She is under his instruction, under his control
She takes each nipple between thumb and forefinger.
She begins to squeeze. Hard.
In her mind she can hear his voice. Soft, deep, dark, commanding, certain.
‘Harder’
She tightens her grip and gasps at the pain. And yet also the pleasure.
She knows she is wet. Very.
His voice again.
‘Harder’
This time she is brutal with herself.
She cries out, yet maintains her vice-like grip.
It is like two electric shocks. Red hot wires running from breasts to belly to sex.
Urgent, sharp, shocking. intense.
Heavenly.
The deep pitch of her arousal takes her breath away.
She realizes her fantasies have suddenly taken a darker twist.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not a new piece. But one I enjoyed writing.
Art by Steve Hanks
Addiction
.
The uncaring night will take me
And oppress me with its heat.
Leave me wide-eyed
and sleepless
In a tangle of tortured sheets.
.
Since you became my addiction
I have wanted no one else.
Only to see you dance before me
I have longed for nothing else.
.
The over-bright dawn will find me
And burden me with its hope.
Leave me confused and restless
Tied up tightly in my own rope.
.
Since you became my addiction
I have wanted no one else.
Only to see you dance before me
I have longed for nothing else.
.
The relentless day will trap me
And unsight me with its glare.
Leave me wandering and helpless
Your distance has stripped me bare.
.
Since you became my addiction
I have wanted no one else.
Only to see you dance before me
I have longed for nothing else.
.
© 2009 the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Past readers of this blog and Twitter will recognize one of my favourite poems. I wrote it fourteen years ago in strange circumstances.
Posted again because sometimes one becomes addicted …
Art by Rainer Auger
Although she resists
the thought of it
fills her head.
It steals her breath
makes her dizzy
and leaves her weak
at the knees.
.
It shivers down her spine
tugs at her belly
and caresses
oh so dangerously
her thighs.
‘
And now
she has thought it
she cannot
un-think it
however hard
she tries.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, yet hard to unthink
Photography by Benjamin Askinas. Model: Amanda@FordModelsLA
I believe in
unexpected
good things.
.
I believe in
the unpredicted
unanticipated
unforeseen
unheralded
un-looked for
completely
and utterly
out of the blue.
.
I believe in
the amazing.
.
And sometimes,
just sometimes,
my faith
is rewarded.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Sometimes
Art by Fletcher Sibthorp
Oh to be
your full-length mirror
and in silence
in secret
and unsuspected
admire you
adore you
and applaud you
every day.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new voyeurism
Art by Travis S Little
If I told you
how much
I want you
desire you
ache for you
yearn for you
long for you
need you
to belong to me
body and soul
then your eloquent lips
would form
a perfect circle
as you say
‘Oh’.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
If I told you …
Art by Mihail Korubin Miho
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