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Skin

art-by-omar-ortiz

 

I am in love with skin.

I love the feel of it beneath my finger tips. The heat of it. The smooth texture beneath the ridged whorls of my prints. The beauty, the softness, the glow. The gorgeous glide over muscle and bone. The imperceptible down at the base of the spine. The pucker and berry of nipple. The impossible silk of inner thigh.

I love the scent of it as I breathe in. The individual intimate fragrance. A heady heaven of perfume, pheromone and perspiration. As private and personal as a signature.

I love the taste of it beneath the caress of my tongue. The delicate hints, the slight tang, the subtle shades of flavour that fill my mouth. The unique, eloquent, dark, secret essence of sex.

I am in love with skin.

Your skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. I have posted it two or three of times. But I hope you enjoy regardless

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2018 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Altar

 

In his dark

D/s religion

she does not know

if he has placed her

atop a pedestal

or laid her

upon an altar

and whether she

is a goddess

or a sacrifice.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 15, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Knowing

art-by-omar-ortiz

 

 

There is not

a single part of you

I will not know.

 

Every fantasy

every desire

every wish

every fear.

every smile

every sigh

every laugh

every tear.

 

Every inch

of your

peerless

perfect skin.

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Reposted from this time last year. Because I felt like it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, 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 two years ago. But I do like it.

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© 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, 2018 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

Art by Matt Abraxas

 

 
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Posted by on January 1, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Palms

art-by-jeremy-lipking

 

In my silent study

where the lamps

are soft

I sip my wine.

 

I think of you

naked

in the warm light.

 

I imagine how

your breasts would feel

cupped gently

in my hands.

 

The nipples urgent

and hard

against my palms.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this last year, but I immodestly thought you might like to read again.

Art by Jeremy Lipking

 

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Blessing and curse

 

Art by Loui Jover

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Louis Jover

I wrote this time of year three years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 16, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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