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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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
written last year – but perfect for today
Art by Ed Bock
She finds herself
waiting
aching
longing
yearning
for his explicit
instruction,
for the certainty
of his control,
knowing the way
her body
will respond
with an urgent spike
of naked desire.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but sometimes relevant.
Art by William Oxer
Kneeling
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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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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
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 :
Diversity
Tolerance
Inclusion
Equality
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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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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.
Photo by Schlegel Doyle
When I am
edgy
with desire
strung out
with wanting
taut
with lust
wired
with need
and swollen
with longing
I cruelly wish
the same
suffering
on you.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new – but we all suffer sometimes
Art by Fulvio De Marinis
I will know
every
sensual
sexual
soft
seductive
sleek
smooth
silky
secret
centimetre
of your
sacred
submissive
skin.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but such heaven to explore
Art by Omar Ortiz
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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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Trudy Good
I wrote this five years ago. As true as it has ever been.
