The need
to own you
to direct you
to teach you
to nurture you
to control you
to excite you
to support you
to guide you
to protect you
to arouse you
to mentor you
to thrill you
to inspire you
to admire you
and
to adore you
is hard-wired
into this
romantic
sexually dominant
soul.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Whitaker
There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)
These words by the incredibly talented Afghan-born writer Khaled Hosseini capture the ugliness and cruelty of theft. If you believe in a god – any god – then truly all sin is rooted in theft. If you are an atheist (as I am) it surely should be core to your personal values that you do not steal.
The stealing of words is no less dirty (though perhaps not as brutal) than any other form of theft. It shows a weakness of character and an absence of morality. It defines the perpetrator as being without ethics, without honesty and without pride. It reveals them as a person who cannot be trusted, cannot be liked, cannot be admired.
It lowers their worth and standing as a human being.
To the person who is stealing from me – I know who you are.
I can, and I will, l expose you at any time. I enjoy that power I have over you.
But more important. You know who you are. You know you are nothing more than a common thief.
And you know that I pity you and I despise you.
Without my words you are a pathetic, empty, talentless nobody.
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Quote © Khaled Hosseini
Post @ the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art from the web – oldquotes.com
She sifts through his poems
studying every nuance
examining every subtext
measuring every sentence
considering every meaning
reviewing every word.
She digs ever deeper
for a fragment
of her.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written by me a year ago. But I like it.
Art by Francine van Hove
I will dress you
in chic black
high on the thigh.
Or in virgin white
angel pure.
Or in elegant
expensive
designer gowns.
Or in raw denim
tight as a skin.
Or crisp in cotton.
Or luscious in leather.
Or smooth and sensual
and sleek
in silk.
.
I will dress you
in a thousand ways
for the pure joy
of undressing you.
Slowly.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written two years ago. Always relevant
Art by Casey Baugh
In an endless forest
of countless trees
and infinite leaves
of every type
shape and colour
I adore
the perfect leaf
that is you.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Brad Kunkle
When She Falls
She has that look.
Something in the eyes.
In the line of her nose.
The tilt of her chin.
The set of her jaw.
She is bright, brave and assured.
But when she falls,
she will fall.
.
She has that smile.
Something in the curve.
In the line of her mouth,
The shape of her lips.
The show of her teeth.
She is cool, collected and poised.
But when she falls,
she will fall.
.
She has that way.
Something in the words.
In the sweep of her thoughts.
The pride in her voice,
The ice in her veins,
She is proud, aloof and secure.
But when she falls,
she will fall.
.
Oh, she will fall.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Wangjie Li
This is not new. But I like it. So I have re-posted once again.
On a human scale
it was a very
minor tragedy.
After all
no one was maimed
or tortured
or raped
or killed.
No one was
made homeless
without food
or shelter
or country.
No one was lost
forever
at sea.
On a human scale
it was a very
minor tragedy.
Just two lovers
two hearts
two minds
two bodies
two souls
once joined
coming adrift.
But it still
hurt like fuck.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Diego Dayer
