Waiting

A pale

silver-gold

wintry sun

caresses

the walls

and strokes

the furnishings.

This late

December afternoon

is silent

hushed

and still.

Yet with one eye

half-open

as if waiting

for something

or someone.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Actually written in another November, not December. Yet it could be today.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 

Hungry taste

Oh to lay kisses

on your legs

from your elegant calves

to the soft skin

of your inner thighs,

parting your lips

and filling my mouth

with your hungry taste.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Steve Hanks

 

Distant presence

Your distant presence

curls around me

like smoke

like liquid

like ivy

like a cat

like a dancer

like a lover

your exquisite body

finding

the perfect fit.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a brand new post – but I like it. And the feel of your distant presence.

Photography by Klaus Kampert

 

Unblind me

A dark, dense

unforgiving night

is stalking

this ancient house.

Its blackness

has seeped through

the leaded windows

invaded the room

stolen the light

and touched my eyes.

Only your beauty

can unblind me.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – I have posted this before – but only your beauty can unblind me.

I found this charming photograph on the internet, but have been unable to locate its creator with any certainty. If it belongs to you, please let me know and I will either credit you, or remove it.

 

Name

Before I knew you

your name

was just

another name.

.

Now

when I see it

or hear it

or read it

or write it

I cannot help

but catch

my breath.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

Berries

Outside

in today’s cold wind

I could not help but think

of you

bound with rope

your exquisite nipples

proud and erect

and as hard

as unripened berries

perfectly defined

against the material

of your dress.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not new, but that time of the year

Art by Willi Kissmer

 

And then

I thought

I had become

immune to beauty

indifferent to sexy

unmoved by submission

unstirred by intelligence

unexcited by control

untouched by desire

unaffected by dance

and then

there was you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written a few years ago – and then there was you.

Art by Peter Worswick

 

Inch by Inch

I am the poetic cartographer

of your sacred body.

I will discover you

and map you,

explore you

and draw you,

observe you

and describe you,

chart you

and render you

adored

inch by perfect inch.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Posted originally five years ago. But I like it because it is what I do.

Art by Javier Arizabalo

 

That secret

That secret.

That wild

dark, erotic

sexual fantasy.

The one you conceal

from everyone.

The one you hide

from yourself.

That secret.

That secret

is what attracts me

like a magnet

compels me

like a drug

draws me

moth to flame

makes me yearn

for you

to release it

just for me.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago. I like it, so another airing. And because you have a secret.

Art by William Oxer

 

Friendly ghosts

I like to think

the many ghosts

that share these

four hundred year old

ironstone walls

and shelter beneath

this grey slate roof

smile indulgently

at my romantic words

and my dark

dominant ways.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written a couple of year ago. The ghosts are still friendly.

Photograph found on the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please let me know and I will remove or give credit.