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‘Yes’

 

Suddenly

she is aware

of how much

she adores

the feel

the sensation

the taste of

‘Yes’

in her mouth,

ready for him

to hear.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on July 20, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Spotlight

 

You are the girl

I want

dancing

in the spotlight

of my desire.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

Not a brand new post. But you are the girl I want ….

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Carpe Diem

 

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These brave and uncharted days

hold a perfect promise

of such delicious decadent discovery,

of such sheer sensual satisfaction,

of such thrilling fulfilment of fantasy,

of such wild abandon,

of such unburdened joy.

 

Let us surrender

to their sensual rhythm.

Let us give ourselves up

to the magic of their moments

Let us yield

to the endless ache within.

 

For you and I

my beautiful friend

will never, ever

pass this way again.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted four years ago – but there is always a day to be seized

Art by Marius Markowski

 

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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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

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 13, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Chant

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Chant

I will chant your name

The chords beneath my fingers
no longer break the silence
with words I cannot find.
Only hunger resonates.

I will chant your name,

I will chant your name
in this night of endless yearning,
drowning in the echoes
yet thirsty beyond belief.

I will chant your name

Your eyes have held me captive
Starved me without thinking,
crucified my days.
Yet our suffering is the same.

I will chant your name

I will chant your name
A hymn to aching distance
Until all latitude means nothing
Only lines to score desire.

I will chant your name.

Your body will dance before me
a vision of solemn beauty
numbing me with need.
A longing beyond your perfect skin.

I will chant your name

I will chant your name

I will chant your name …

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

If you have read my untidy word juggling, you will know this. Some of you will know it well. But I like it. So here it is once more in case you have never read or heard it. I hope you listen to the audio. It is one of my favourite performance poems.

Art by Christina Papagianni

 
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Posted by on July 11, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, 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 six years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it.

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on July 8, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, 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 four 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 5, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I am the sound

 

I am the sound

of your comfort zone

expanding

your horizons

extending

your limits

evaporating

your inhibitions

vanishing

your tastes

broadening

your taboos

tumbling

your barriers

all crashing down.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but I am always the sound

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on July 4, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, 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 six years ago. Yet hopefully it resonates.

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

 

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But will you?

 

I have been as guilty of it as anyone.

But much less so these days.  Now the shadows are lengthening.

Because there is but one life.  There is no heaven in which to smugly contemplate relentless eternity. There is no hell to somehow face greater suffering. There are no seventy two virgins with legs spread wide. There is no reincarnation as a deer, or a fox, or someone somehow better.

There is only now.

The years which seemed to stretch out endlessly when we are soft and still to be moulded, constantly gather momentum. Like water rushing out of the basin. Like sand escaping the narrowing hourglass.  Life is so short. Time is so precious.

And yet we waste it.  We procrastinate.  We dither. We make excuses. We pretend to be something we are not rather than act upon who we are. We pretend we are looking for perfection as if it really exists. We fear to make mistakes and instead we do nothing.  We hold ourselves back, saving our hearts, bodies and souls for someday, some person, some event that may never be. Our days pass by with nothing to mark them but the calendar. We always think that there is still tomorrow …

I know I will eventually end my days regretting the women, the times, the joys (and even the sorrows) I did not have far more than I will regret those I had*.

I once told Beauty that Life is not a Rehearsal.

She did not listen.

But will you?

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* I am certain this thought is stolen from elsewhere, so please do forgive the plagiarism

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Another unearthing from my archive. Always relevant.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on June 30, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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