He knows her eyes from her photographs.
He is lost in them.
He knows her eyes from her photographs.
He is lost in them.
I will be
your Master
your lover
your teacher
your director
your instructor
your writer
your fighter
your admirer
your camera.
I will be
your poet
your guide
your shaman
your priest
your ally
your defender
your friend
your confidante
your owner.
I will be
your audience.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
If we were strangers
and I saw you
in a cafe
reading a book
or on a train
gazing from the window
or in the park
walking your dog
or in a restaurant
laughing with friends
or in a supermarket
checking your list
or in a car
stuck at the lights
or in the office
confident and sure
or in a crowd
standing out
I would still want you
like sin
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but true.
Art by Thomas Saliot
My darkness calls her
and she aches
to wrap it around her
to allow it
to absorb her
to swallow her
to capture her
to take her.
She longs
to let it enter
her eyes
her mouth
her sex.
She yearns for it
beneath her clothes
beneath her skin
to own her body
to own her mind
to own her soul
until she belongs
completely
to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new but undoubtedly true
Art by William Oxer
I have a sixth sense
I see what lies far beneath the surface of strangers and lovers.
I sense your desires, your fantasies, your needs.
I know what arouses you, what excites you, what makes you ache for release.
I learn your intentions, your agendas, your plans
I feel your hopes.
I watch your dreams.
I divine what you are thinking, what you are wondering, what you are wishing.
And I hear
what you aren’t saying.
.
I have a sixth sense.
It is both gift and curse.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new. But true.
Art by Jaroslaw Datta
When winter
has settled in
it is hard
to believe
in summer
and the taste
of sunshine
on your skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by the late Steve Hanks
Neophyte
.
In the middle of our conversation
my eyes are drawn
to the pale,
translucent skin of your throat,
to the shadowed hollow
and your perfect bones.
.
I am struck blind
by the holiest of visions.
.
Later staring out of the darkness
my fears are stilled
by the soft
remembered curve of your smile,
and the touch of your hand
when once alone.
.
I am sublime
with glorious religion.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This is by no means a new poem of mine, written some years ago and posted here five or six times. But one always adores a neophyte.
Art by Thomas Saliot
In every day
there is something new
something unexpected
something different.
I remain wide-eyed
like a child
at the wonder of it.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I have posted this before. I have not changed
Photography/Art by Erik Johansson
Nothing
gives me more
sexual
erotic
delight
than a shy
and innocent
submissive
neophyte.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer