I will never forget
the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath
the quickening pulse
the sense of destiny
when first you touched
this page.
.
And I will never forget
my overwhelming desire
to seduce
and steal
and secure
your secret
submissive soul.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
I have cast you
as the heroine
the femme fatale
the dancer
the goddess
the slave
the damsel
in distress
the girl
in every one
of my dark fantasies
and scenarios.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Rob Hefferan
If I close my eyes
I can almost
spirit you here
your beauty
your body
your smile
your scent
your heat.
.
But almost
isn’t anywhere
near here.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Casey Baugh
Written a few years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.
It is the nature
of his dark
D/s religion.
.
His to direct
hers to serve.
.
His to teach
hers to learn.
.
His to own
hers to belong.
.
Theirs to adore
and be adored.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Posted before, yet always true.
Art by Antonio Macedo
As I look
at your photograph
I imagine
gently lifting your chin
with the tips
of my long fingers
and placing
a tender kiss
in the perfect
scented hollow
of your elegant throat.
.
In my mind
it is the first
of a thousand
more kisses
to brush
and touch
and taste
and caress
over and over
every single inch
of your exquisite
skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
This post is a number of years old – but a thousand kisses are at the ready.
Art by William Oxer
She is pure
perfect
precious
pulchritude.
.
She is sensual
sublime
sexual
seduction.
.
She is heavenly
as sin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
She knows
she should not let it
but it will
itch and ache
sigh and whisper
excite and arouse
until her mind is full
of dangerous possibility.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Emilia Wilk
She has seen too many summers to be completely innocent.
And yet he has made her so.
She is new, pristine, spotless.
She is pure, virtuous, chaste and naive.
She is unsullied, unblemished, undefiled.
She has become a neophyte, a learner, a beginner.
A novice on her first day, her white dress pressed and spotless, the hem gently brushing her bare legs.
She is his pupil, his student, his apprentice, his initiate.
She is his disciple, his follower, his protegé.
She is his slave, his angel, his goddess, his Muse.
In this quiet, holy, secret place, she kneels before him.
Her mind and body are burning.
She is ablaze with desire.
She is thirsty for knowledge.
She aches to learn every rule, every code, every facet, every element, every shade.
Every verse of his dark and decadent religion.
She is hungry for him to instruct her, to teach her, to guide her, to discipline her.
To show her a wild, breathless universe of pleasure and pain.
She wants him to do everything.
Across the miles.
She is his.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Antonella Fabiani
Originally written by me seven years ago and posted a number of times. I hope regular readers can bear another repeat. There is nothing like a beautiful novice.
Midnight
will find me later
in this silent room
sheets soft
against my naked skin.
.
Sleep
promises me you.
I will close my eyes
and wait for dreams
and for your show
to begin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
I can feel
your curiosity
pressing up close
arching its back
curling around me
seeking my lap.
.
I can feel
your curiosity
sleek and soft
and purring
like a cat.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
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