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Waiting instruction

 

She finds herself

waiting

aching

longing

yearning

for his explicit

instruction,

for the certainty

of his control,

knowing the way

her body

will respond

with an urgent spike

of naked desire.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but sometimes relevant.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on April 21, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Realization

 

Kneeling

before him

she realises

he is the temptation

the prayer

the pleasure

the pain

the sin

the confession

the blessing

and the absolution

all rolled into one.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I managed to upset those who follow a god with my post yesterday, so the use of religious imagery in my poetry in this post will no doubt lose me still more followers here and on Twitter. So be it.

Art by Ivan Pili

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2019 in Still Life, D/s, Poetry

 

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Your skin

 

I will know

every

sensual

sexual

soft

seductive

sleek

smooth

silky

secret

centimetre

of your

sacred

submissive

skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but such heaven to explore

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on April 16, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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On naked strangers

 

Images of naked strangers leave me cold

Nudity has become far too common a currency to attract my attention or pique my interest.

A body is a body. Some are more elegant than others. Some have been treated better or worse by time. Some are cared for. Some are toned by exercise. Some are a paradise of lines and curves. Some are the shape I admire.

But they do not raise my pulse.

Not unless I am attracted by the personality within. By the intellect, the sense of humour, the creativity, the warmth. And of course, by the hungry, submissive soul.

The body, especially one without exclusivity after having been viewed by many, is merely a shell.

It is she who inhabits the body that gives it attraction, magic, desirability, potency.

She gives it power.

The power to make me ache.

And want her.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Trudy Good

I wrote this five years ago. As true as it has ever been.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Nothing else

 

I want you wearing

scarlet lipstick

five-inch heels

your favourite scent

your sacred necklace

your secret smile

and nothing else.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But it is how I want you.

Art by Daniel del Orfano

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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If I could taste you

 

If I could taste you

Just once.

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Your forehead, your cheek, your throat, the nape of your neck.

The pulse place just below your ears that you touch with scent.

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Your chin, your mouth, your lips, your tongue.

Your fingers, your hands, your wrists.

The soft pale inner part of your arm that sees less sun.

 

Your shoulders, your waist, your ribs.

The sculpted indentation of your elegant spine.

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Your breasts, your areola, your hardening nipples

Beautiful and urgent beneath my soft breath.

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Your toes, your ankles, your shins, your calves

The tender place at the back of your knees,

Your thighs, your hips.

The perfect peach

of your immaculate arse.

 

If I could taste you just once.

Pressing my lips to your exquisite sex.

Letting my tongue glide over your delicate folds.

Pressing my mouth to your desire-slick lips.

Teasing your clit with the tip of my tongue.

 

If I could taste you just once.

I would lose my appetite

for all others.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. Oh, but you ….

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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It is not in her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

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It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

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It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – yet relevant.

Art by Escha van den Bogerd

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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