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A belief

 

I do not believe

in astrology

fortune tellers

oracles

tarot cards

religions

predestination

or fate.

 

But I do believe

we had to meet.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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Art by Rob Hefferan

 

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dark Priest

Dark Priest

 

I will be your dark priest.

You will confess your most intimate, most sensual,  most erotic, most sexual desires.

You will confide your deepest hidden sacred secret wishes,

your yearning, your lust, your longing.

You will tell me your wildest darkest decadent fantasies.

I will make them pure.

I will make them holy.

I will make them real.

I will give them flesh.

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Originally written this time four years ago. But I do like it.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph taken from Pinterest. Provenance unknown. Please let me know if yours and I will credit or remove.

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Hears her sigh

 

She runs her hands

over her breasts

her belly

her hips

and her thighs.

 

She imagines

her fingers

to be his,

 

He hears her sigh

across the miles.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post, but I hear her sigh.

Art by Matt Abraxas

 
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Posted by on January 1, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dance for me

 

Dance for me.

Like a goddess

like a Muse

like a slave

like a lover

like an angel.

 

Dance for me

as you have never

danced before.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Victor Bauer

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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The one

 

Heaven__s_a_lie____by_helionn

He knows no other way

It is simply who he is. The way he has always been.

His earliest erotic fantasies were of control. And of damsels in distress.

And yet also of goddesses and worship.

He loves women. With respect. With admiration. With a deep and endless desire.

He needs to adore and to be adored.

Over the years he has taught himself to be a Master of exquisite pleasure and delicious pain. He has known beauty, sensuality and submission beyond words.

But now winter tugs at his coat. He has become lined and grizzled, etched and silver.

The night is long. And his fire burns low.

Yet there is a light. Innocent, pure and holy.

Could she be the one

the one

the one.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this in December a few years ago, and have repeated it before at this time of year. I think I was perhaps feeling a little weary/melancholy when I first penned it. Smiles.

Photo/Art by Helionn on DeviantArt

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I remember a girl

Art by Louis Jover

I remember a girl

She was beautiful.

She had that look I wanted to capture somewhere in my memory and keep safe. To bring to mind when the world is dark and against me. When I need to believe in something wonderful and pure.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She had eyes to become lost in, cheekbones like sculpture, and a mouth that would be beyond paradise to kiss. Her hair shone lustrous and liquid. When she threw it back over her elegant, naked shoulders I caught my breath.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She smiled at me as she danced. She was sensual and sexy, yet shy and uncertain. She moved with untutored natural grace, her body riding the rhythm. A paradise of curve and line.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

But nowhere near

as lovely

as you.

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I wrote and posted this the first time four years ago. She isn’t as lovely as you. Smiling.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on December 30, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I cannot read tarot

 

I cannot read tarot

or the stars

or tea leaves

or runes

or palms.

 

I cannot read your mind.

 

Yet I know

by instinct

your body

will always belong

to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new words – but my instinct is always sound

Art by Howard David Johnson

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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