Author Archives: Romantic Dominant

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 ...

As I close my eyes


A sleepy

Sunday afternoon

in this quiet

English garden

lazily stretched out

in soft cotton

and faded denim

surrendering to sun

and shadows

light and cloud

insect buzz

and bird song

summoning you

to dance

in the darkness

of my imagination

as I close my eyes.



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written last year – but perfect for today

Art by Ed Bock

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Posted by on April 22, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life


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Waiting instruction


She finds herself





for his explicit


for the certainty

of his control,

knowing the way

her body

will respond

with an urgent spike

of naked desire.



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Not new, but sometimes relevant.

Art by William Oxer


Posted by on April 21, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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before him

she realises

he is the temptation

the prayer

the pleasure

the pain

the sin

the confession

the blessing

and the absolution

all rolled into one.



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I managed to upset those who follow a god with my post yesterday, so the use of religious imagery in my poetry in this post will no doubt lose me still more followers here and on Twitter. So be it.

Art by Ivan Pili


Posted by on April 20, 2019 in Still Life, D/s, Poetry


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I am sometimes asked, usually by those who cannot understand my devout atheism, what I believe in.

There is an inference that, if I do not believe in a god, specifically the one they believe in, then I cannot be a good man. They argue that without a code then I am somehow morally bankrupt.

Here then, is my code. It is by no means original, but it is simple. It can be summed up in just six words

They are :

Human Kindness

I did think about writing here and explaining the nature, the relevance, the importance of each element – in isolation and holistically. But that would be preaching – something to which I have a great aversion.

Except to say that I personally feel these beliefs are core to a family, a community, a country, a world living in harmony. I live and breathe by them.

And I have yet to find a mainstream religion or a political manifesto which truly embraces all five of them.



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It disappoints and depresses me that, in the three years since writing this , the leadership and politics of ALL major countries have shifted further (in some cases dramatically) towards positions directly opposed to the above principles. And religion … well … best left unsaid.

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Posted by on April 19, 2019 in Still Life, Uncategorized


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Suffer too


When I am


with desire

strung out

with wanting


with lust


with need

and swollen

with longing

I cruelly wish

the same


on you.



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Not new – but we all suffer sometimes

Art by Fulvio De Marinis


Posted by on April 17, 2019 in Uncategorized


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Your skin


I will know











of your






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Not new, but such heaven to explore

Art by Omar Ortiz


Posted by on April 16, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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On naked strangers


Images of naked strangers leave me cold

Nudity has become far too common a currency to attract my attention or pique my interest.

A body is a body. Some are more elegant than others. Some have been treated better or worse by time. Some are cared for. Some are toned by exercise. Some are a paradise of lines and curves. Some are the shape I admire.

But they do not raise my pulse.

Not unless I am attracted by the personality within. By the intellect, the sense of humour, the creativity, the warmth. And of course, by the hungry, submissive soul.

The body, especially one without exclusivity after having been viewed by many, is merely a shell.

It is she who inhabits the body that gives it attraction, magic, desirability, potency.

She gives it power.

The power to make me ache.

And want her.



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Art by Trudy Good

I wrote this five years ago. As true as it has ever been.

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Posted by on April 15, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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