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About Romantic Dominant

A faded romantic Dominant with a love of all things beautiful and a taste for the darkly sensual and decadent. A lover of music, food and wine, literature, theatre, film and art. A writer. Though not a good one. Of novels, shorts stories, songs and poetry. The written word is my joy and my curse. I am tall, silver haired, slender with piercing hazel/blue eyes and long, sensitive hands. I am neither handsome nor unattractive. I am a realistic dreamer, an idealistic pragmatist. I am a sexually dominant but patient and sensual lover. I adore intelligent, elegant, independent, beautiful women . I am not young. I am faded and fading. But if the music is playing, and the wine is good, and the stars are shining bright in a soft velvet night sky, and the light falls on me just right, then you might see the man who could break hearts. Well, if you have a very good imagination anyway ...

Surely fall

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I have never met her.

Yet I can smell her scent on my fingers.

I can hear her laughter. The way it lifts and dances and makes me smile.

I can feel the press of her body, her skin soft against mine, my face buried in her hair,  I can imagine how she responds to my touch, the blush in her throat, the quickening of her breath and the rising of her breasts.

The hardening of her nipples. Her wetness against my thigh.

I can taste her kiss. So vividly that I am running the tip of my tongue over my lips to capture the sweetness.

I can see her eyes, bright, eloquent, shining, luminous.

Making me sigh.

I have never met her

But if I did

I would surely fall.

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Art by Steve Hanks

I first posted this three years ago, and reposted it again this time last year. But perhaps new readers will enjoy and old readers will forgive the repeat.

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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The nature of it

 

 

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.

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Posted before, but always true.

Art by Antonio Macedo

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Never call me ‘Daddy’

 

I do not expect

to be called

‘Master’

or ‘Sir’

unless

I have earned

your respect.

.

But never

ever

ever

call me ‘Daddy’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marina Marina

 

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A thousand kisses

 

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.

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A couple of years old – but a thousand kisses at the ready.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Novice

Art by Antonella Fabiani

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.

She is his.

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Art by Antonella Fabiani

Originally written by me three years ago. I hope regular readers can bear another repeat. There is nothing like a beautiful novice.

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Sea

 

Once upon a time

by the sea

where the water

kisses the sand

I held a perfect

salt-bleached shell

to my ear.

 

The voice I heard

from within

was yours.

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Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

 
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Posted by on September 3, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dangerous possibility

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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.

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A couple of years old – but always pertinent

Art by Emilia Wilk

 
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Posted by on September 2, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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