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Wet

Artist Philipp Weber

I think of you

wet

from the bath

from the pool

from the rain

from the shower

from the sea.

I think of you

wet

because of me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Philipp Weber

 
 

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Raw with it

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from a comment

a ‘like’

a ‘heart’

a reblog

or a retweet.

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from an expression

a smile

a stare

in a photograph.

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from a certain

distinctive

specific

scent.

You are raw with it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – but sometimes so true.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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She is a woman

Art by William Oxer

She is a woman

who does not realize

her own beauty

who does not know

the pure power

of her body

who has never been

truly adored

who has not released

her sexually submissive soul.

She is a woman

and I want her.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 20, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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If by poetry

If

by poetry

I can make her

flesh and blood

my body on which to press

I will forge

such compelling words

her hungry soul

to steal

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Cesar Santos

I originally tweeted these words over six years ago but liked them so much I elevated them to a blog post five years ago. If elevate is the right word. I hope you don’t mind them again. It is one of my favourite short poems.

 
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Posted by on July 17, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Her body

Her Body

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Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

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Her body is my canvas

A perfect page on which to paint my words,

to daub my prose,

to scratch my spidery, inky, dangerous poetry.

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Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written seven years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And her body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on July 9, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Something important

I was going to write

something important, relevant, meaningful and deep

something incisive, prophetic, intuitive and bold

something intelligent, articulate, perceptive and wise

something that would make you see me

in a different light.

But all I can think about

is removing your clothes.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post is five years old, but the sentiment and the desire burn bright.

Art by Paul Boswijk

 
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Posted by on July 7, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Seed

Seed

You can try

every cure, every potion, every remedy,

you can erase it with drugs, with sex, with religion

you can cauterise it, crush it, cut it, crucify it,

you can freeze it, forgive it, forget it, fuck it,

you can deny it, defy it, deride it, destroy it,

you can burn it, break it, belittle it, betray it, bury it,

you can hate it, harm it, hurt it, harangue it,

you can trick it, tear it, trap it, trash it,

you can eject it, evade it, evict it, eat it,

you can poison it, persecute it, prick it, prune it,

you can shame it, shatter it, smash it, suck it

you can ruin it, regret it, reduce it, rape it,

you can inject it, intimidate it, isolate it,

you can leave it, lash it, lose it.

You can try

every spell, every enchantment, every charm

you can call in an exorcist,

you can send up prayers

you can summon the devil

you can invoke an ancient curse

you can wear it away, wish it away, wash it away, want it away

you can pretend it never was, never is, never will be

you can try anything and everything

but you will never

ever

be free

of the seed

I planted

in your soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Kelly Reemtsen

Written five years ago – but already one of my favourite performance poems, so much fun to write and recite – truly worth a listen, though I say it myself.
And this seed is dangerous whenever and wherever it is planted.

 
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Posted by on July 6, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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I want you

Art by William Oxer

I want you.

It is as basic as that.

It is as primal as that.

It is as simple as that.

It is as wild as that.

It is as raw as that.

It is as dark as that.

It is as holy as that.

It is as dirty as that.

It is as true as that.

It is as pure as that.

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

.

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Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 5, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Prophecy

Art by Casey Baugh

She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written five years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

 
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Posted by on July 2, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Shiver

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A shiver.

A delicious, electric, thrilling shiver.

An ice hot sensation rushing from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.

It hurries to her throat and steals her breath.

It colours her skin with a sudden, rosy, tell-tale blush.

It hardens her nipples as if touched by a kiss

It dances wild across her belly and hips.

It makes her gasp as it tugs at her thighs

It penetrates her sex.

A shiver

Running down her spine

Coming from him.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A post from seven years ago. Yet hopefully it resonates.

 
 

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