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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

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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If I could taste you

 

If I could taste you

Just once.

.

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

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

.

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.

.

Your breasts, your areola, your hardening nipples

Beautiful and urgent beneath my soft breath.

.

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

This is not new.  Yet now, such an urgent desire to taste you.

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Ride

 

I will teach you

to ride

your desires

alone

naked

wide-eyed

slick thighed

back arched

legs astride.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry

 

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A dream of you

 

A dream of you.

Your legs long on impossible heels. The roll and glide and shimmy as you walk.  And turn.  And dance,

A panther poised.

A gorgeous glide.  A sleek and sensual slide.

Your hair like a storm. Your body clutched tight in a sheath of a dress.

Peeled off slow.

Your arms raised.

Waiting for your wrists to be tied.

Your mouth, your lips, your teeth, your tongue, your breath like a warm breeze.

Calling me to rise.

Your perfect peach of a posterior pressed into my belly, into my thighs, into my hungry. bold tumescence.

A dream of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. And I dream of you.

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on March 11, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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Command Performance

 

 

He wants

to make her body sing

to train her

to direct her

to conduct her

to control her.

 

He wants

to make her body sing

to be his chanteuse

to be his nightingale

to be his diva

to be his leading lady soprano

pouring out her soul

 

He wants

to make her body sing

and sigh

and dance

and glide

and twist

and writhe

and shiver

and sway

and fill his stage

with her perfect submission

a command performance

only for him.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Laszio Gulyas

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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She thinks

art-by-steve-hanks

 

She thinks

about his long-fingered caress

trailing urgent fire

over her shoulders

and breasts

across her belly

and hips.

 

She thinks

about his breath

soft and thrilling

high

upon her thighs.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 5, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry

 

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Stable (One more time)

naked girl on horse

 

Stable

.

We shall meet

in the close, cramped,

tack-room dark where,

for almost an hour

I have shared the tight space

with saddles and hats,

bridles & bits.

.

The pungent odour

of horse and leather

and something sweeter

has made me heady,

has made me dizzy,

has made me hard

and tight in my jeans.

Waiting for you.

.

I can hear the horse

in the next stall

noisily shifting

his fifteen hands

on thin, muscular legs.

Hooves striking concrete

through soft smelling straw.

.

Your favourite mount

is soft mouthed

and compliant,

alert and responsive

to your hand on his flanks,

and your weight on his back,

your legs astride,

your legs open wide,

open so wide,

forgive me,

so wide.

.

I am leaning against

a smooth wooden table.

In the musty dark

my fingers have found

a dozen deep carvings

of passion and lust,

scratched in the wood,

ingrained with dust.

Names and arrows

and irregular hearts.

I cannot find ours.

Why can’t I find ours?

.

The surface is full

of today’s coats and tack,

still damp from the hack

still fresh from your back.

My throat tightens

as I breath in your smell

and the muscles of my stomach

dance beneath my skin.

I want to begin.

I can’t wait to begin.

.

I have your crop

clutched firmly

in my hand.

It swishes and cuts

through the silence.

Tested on my thighs

its unexpected bite

makes me cry out aloud

With my eyes tight shut

I brush my face

with the whip,

with the loop at the tip.

I imagine its hiss,

its hot stinging kiss

its fierce burning kiss.

Just a flick of my wrist.

.

A rhythmic swishing

through the razor edged grass

signals your arrival.

Whinnying horses

confirm your presence.

And now, at this moment

my shirt feels clammy,

my breathing is unsteady.

My heart beat deafens.

I clutch at my chest

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

You must not hear me,

until I am ready.

Until I am ready.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I’m not sure where I found the photograph years ago, but to whomever, my apologies. I will remove it or credit it if you contact me.

Stable was inspired by my antique riding crop that I must admit in recent years has seen more action on delicious, submissive female behinds than on the flanks of equine mounts. My then lover was a keen rider and I remember waiting for her one early evening in that leather-rich tack room dark ….

Stable is one of my favourite ‘performance’ poems – by which I mean it was written to be spoken aloud rather than just read. Old blog friends will know this poem far too well but hopefully will allow me the indulgence of re-posting it once again. If it is the first time you have read/listened, then I hope you enjoy.

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Lovers Past, Poetry

 

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