Behind my lids

 

I am stretched out

lazily

beneath a rare

hot

English sky

body relaxed

eyes closed.

.

You are dancing

naked

in the darkness

behind my lids.

.

I shift

and sigh

and harden.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Paul Van Ginkel

 

 

(almost) all

 

When your days

are dark

and sad

and rainy

I wish you

warm green seas

azure skies

and a hot

golden sun

to stretch

your gorgeous skin

and kiss you

in (almost) all

the places

I would kiss you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but full of summer, like today

Art by Thomas Saliot

 

 

Summer dress

 

I see you

in a summer dress.

Thin straps on elegant shoulders. Your breasts captured sweetly. The curve of your hips caressed. Your arms and legs beautifully bare.

The hem high on your thighs.

Your hair is caught and stroked by the soft, warm breeze. Your skin is kissed by the friendly sun.

Your gorgeous eyes are shining.

Your smile is heavenly.

Yet you are shy

as the dress falls

like a cotton sea

at your feet.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vladimir Volegov

Written three years ago – but it is a time for dresses

 

Dreamscape

 

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

 

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

 

 

 

Your light

 

There is

no golden sunlight

no silver moonlight

no glittering starlight

no following spotlight

no revealing headlight

no flickering strobe light

no intense searchlight

no romantic candlelight

more illuminating

more compelling

more beautiful

than your light.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is the second outing for this post. There shines a light.

Photograph by Jeremy Shane

 

 

Putting on a show

 

I picture you

pure paradise

perfectly poised

putting on a show

in a little black dress.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Andre Kohn

 

Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about three years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.