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Ink

 

I have a beautiful

elegant

Mont Blanc

fountain pen.

.

I imagine

writing my name

on your exquisite

perfect skin.

 

In dark

Midnight Blue

ink.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But sometimes there is perfect skin.

Art by Ovi Hondru

 
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Posted by on November 23, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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His religion

art-by-pino-daeni

 

Her body

has never felt

so revered

so respected

so worshipped

so idolised

so valued

so venerated

so appreciated

so admired

so adored.

 

She is proud

and humbled

to be his religion.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this some years ago. My religion is dark but it adores.

Art by Pino Daeni

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2020 in Still Life, D/s, Poetry, Erotica, romance

 

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Berries

 

Outside

in today’s cold wind

I could not help but think

of you

bound with rope

your exquisite nipples

proud and erect

and as hard

as unripened berries

perfectly defined

against the material

of your dress.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but that time of the year

Art by Willi Kissmer

 
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Posted by on November 19, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Lust

 

What I feel for you

might be lust

but it is pure

unadulterated

creative

admiring

adoring

enduring

once-in-your-lifetime

lust.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Aydemir Saidov

 
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Posted by on November 18, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Enchantment

art-by-casey-baugh

 

I do not know the sorcery of attraction.

I only know its magic, its chemistry, its compelling, demanding, irresistible force

I only know it by the mane of hair, the eloquent eyes, the sensual lips

I only know it by the elegant shoulders, the exquisite breasts, the perfect legs

I only know it by the sweetest voice, the lightest wit, the purest heart.

I do not know the sorcery of attraction

I only know the shape

of its enchantment

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

I posted this six years ago. And five times since. I hope you will enjoy nevertheless

 
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Posted by on November 17, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Her own touch

 

Her own touch

is not his touch

but longing and lust

yearning and need

a dizzying desire

and a wild imagination

have made it so.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, but true.

Art by Steve Hanks

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A goddess

 

The perfect

naked glide

from breasts

to waist

to hips

curve and line

beyond divine.

 

A goddess

before my eyes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Laszlo Gulyas

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something has changed

 

Her life is the same.

Yet something subtle, imperceptible, indefinable has changed.

She seeks it in the buildings, the landscape, the weather and the light.  In the steam from her coffee. She looks for it in the faces of others. She tries to find clues in music, in art, and in films that make her laugh and cry. In books and in magazines and in the words of romantic poets

She watches clouds making familiar shapes across an ordinary sky.

She stands surrounded by night and studies the moon and stars. She lets the breeze tug at her hair and listens for something she might not hear.

In her room, with the lights down low, she examines her body, stripping naked, running her hands over her skin. She is alive to her own touch. Her fingers make her sigh. She breathes deeply.

She stares back at herself and tries to read her own expression.

Her eyes give something away. They are bright, wide, curious, excited. Her lips are full, the faintest of smiles kissing the edges. There is the softest blush upon her cheek, and in her throat.

Her life is the same

Yet something has changed.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post was written a while ago. But sometimes old things strike new chords.

Art by Laszlo Gulyas

 

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Every day

 

Her desire

for his darkness

becomes more

dangerous

delicious

decadent

deep

and dirty

every day.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 

 
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Posted by on November 9, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Tyro

 

She kneels

at the altar

of his dark

Dominant

decadent

romantic

sexual religion

her thin

white dress

transparent

in the hungry

candlelight.

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.

@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post a year old. But there is nothing quite like a tyro.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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