Pretty girls
smile
and flirt
and flatter
but my ways
across the miles
are too dark
for all
but the rarest
most sensual
of souls.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art By Victor Bauer
Pretty girls
smile
and flirt
and flatter
but my ways
across the miles
are too dark
for all
but the rarest
most sensual
of souls.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art By Victor Bauer
I have reluctantly realized
thinking of you
and writing your name
in midnight blue ink
on parchment paper
over and over
and over and over
while I whisper
each syllable
does not count
as poetry
though it feels like it
to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Gianni Strino
I absolutely love
the staccato sound
of confident high heels
exploding
like gunfire
across an expensive
expanse
of polished
marble floor
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
.
I have been high
on the bottle,
the rich taste of red wine in my mouth
blackberry, cinnamon, tobacco, leather,
Another glass, and another.
And perhaps another.
Until all I know is crimson liquid.
Then brandy or port or absinthe.
Or all three.
Pour me out of a taxi and take me home.
.
I have been high
on acid.
Pills, blotting paper, microdots with happy, hippy names.
Colours bleeding into surfaces into shapes into light.
Music holy with new tones and textures to touch.
The revelations, the meanings, the weird,
finding a new religion in a carpet.
The warm fade and glow
of coming down.
.
I have been high
on adventure,
on exploration, on discovery, the wild, the different, the strange.
On art, on words, on music, on performance, on poetry.
On the strings of my guitar.
On winning, on deals, on negotiation.
On a high-five finish
On landscapes, seascapes, lucky escapes.
On the lights on the harbour twinkling like diamonds
On snow, on ice, on powder.
On that feeling, at the end of the page
when everything
is perfect.
.
I have had
a lifetime of highs
but nothing
absolutely nothing
not a single thing
comes close
to you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Hamish Blakely
I am not a shadow
nor an invention
nor a character created
for a virtual life
to inhabit scenarios
of make-believe
role play
and pretend.
.
I am not a projection
a fantasy
a construction
of someone
I would like to be.
.
I am not just
an avatar
I am corporeal
of flesh and blood
a heart that pumps
a mind that thinks.
A hunger
that burns.
.
And if I should play
a game
in any way
in any context
it is always
for real.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Jack Vettriano
It is not just about your body.
Though that delights me. The curves and lines. The gorgeous skin. The glorious, elegant, breathtaking shape of you.
It is not just about your beauty.
The rare and striking eloquence of your face. Haunting and mesmerizing. Yet warm and generous.
And it isn’t about your mind, though that plays perhaps the most important part.
It is about control.
To direct you, to instruct you, to conduct you.
To admire you, to adore you, to paint you with words.
It is about knowing you belong to me.
Mine to do with as I will.
Because it thrills you.
It is a difficult concept to grasp.
Unless your natural sexual instinct and desire is to control.
Or to be controlled.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Aydemir Saidov
She thinks
he may know
all the things
she yearns
to know
about the longing
that whispers
so dangerously dark
inside her.
.
She is sure
he will know.
.
She hopes
he will show her.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
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