Nymph

Such a wondrous creature.

As rare

and as beautiful

and as pure

as a nymph

of myth

and legend.

And yet

you exist.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

And yet you exist

Art by Michael and Inessa Garmash

 

It is not in her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

.

It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

.

It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet might be relevant.

Art by Wiliiam Oxer

 

Breeze

The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.

I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but once again I am pressed for time, and there is a breeze blowing, and I think of skirts, and thighs.

Art by Loui Jover

 

Nothing else

I want you wearing

scarlet lipstick

five-inch heels

your favourite scent

your sacred necklace

your secret smile

and nothing else.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But it is how I want you.

Art by Daniel del Orfano

 

Cannot get enough

I am not obsessive

in any way,

nor compulsive

by nature.

.

I do not have fetishes

or fixations,

crazes

crushes

cravings,

infatuations

or fads.

.

I do not have dependencies

or tendencies

towards addiction

.

But I truly

cannot get enough

of your body.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is not new. But it says what I want it to say.

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

Cloak

I have watched

the light fade

and velvet night fall

blurring edges

erasing lines

stealing shapes

swallowing the day.

It is a safe cloak

in which to hope

to wish

to sleep

to dream

of you

lying warm

and naked

beneath.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A cloak beneath which to dream of you

Art by Dmitry Kotchetkov

 

Ripples

The ripples

from the pebble

of an idea

he threw

have widened

and deepened

and broken

into sensual waves

caressing

her imagination

and her skin

with delicious

dangerous

desire.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but the ripples are deep

Photographic Art by A K Nicholas

 

Connoisseur

Beauty

can be so bland

plastic and obvious

universal and dull

without flaws.

I prefer yours

rare and special

exquisite and striking

utterly adored

by this true

connoisseur.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but true.

Art by William Oxer

 

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

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