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Holy sin

 

Eyes to lips

throat to breasts

belly to hips.

 

Arse to thighs

hair to skin.

 

You are holy.

You are sin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Approval

Lana Del Rey

She studies herself

in the full-length mirror.

She knows that he cannot see her, does not see her, may never see her.

Yet she turns through a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, the way the morning light touches her skin.

She runs her hands through her hair and lets it fall.

She hopes he likes the way she looks.

And though his eyes may never find her

She still seeks his approval.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago. Reposted because I can.

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.

 
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Posted by on June 8, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something for her

LETIZIA A LA SIESTA

She wishes he would write something for her.

A fantasy of endless, velvet, star-filled skies.

Of a wild, round, luminous moon hanging like a silver lantern. Of a warm, perfumed breeze stroking her hair and tugging gently at her dress.

Of the distant strains of a yearning, lone violin fading and rising through the whispering trees.

Of his hands releasing the pale silk gown from her eloquent shoulders, and it running off her naked body like a caress and falling with a sigh at her feet.

Of her perfect, dangerous, wondrous curves laid out by him on a cool, crisp white linen sheet. Of her arms and legs stretched wide. Of his tongue, his lips, his fingers over every inch of her tingling skin, upon her sensual mouth, her exquisite breasts, and her urgent, swollen, fragrant sex.

Of him filling her with pleasure, with joy, and with himself.

In every way.

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She wishes he would write something for her.

He just has.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this five years ago, and since. Definitely the Romantic side of RD. I am rather fond of it. I hope readers do not mind the repeat

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A darker twist

 

She is naked.

She runs her fingertips along her cheeks and lightly over lips.

So gently that her skin tingles.

She closes her eyes and trails them over her chin, onto her neck and into the hollow of her throat.

They trace a line across her collar bones. She shivers. But she is not cold.

She is surprised to find her skin so sensitive to her own touch.

She parts her thighs. Wide. As wide as she can.

Breathing hard she allows her hands to slide down and cup her breasts.

She slowly circles her areolae with her thumbs, feeling the already erect nipples harden into tight buds.

She strokes herself, exquisite arcs of excitement. She almost becomes lost in the sensation.

She imagines her hands becoming his. She is under his instruction, under his control

She takes each nipple between thumb and forefinger.

She begins to squeeze. Hard.

In her mind she can hear his voice. Soft, deep, dark, commanding, certain.

‘Harder’

She tightens her grip and gasps at the pain. And yet also the pleasure.

She knows she is wet. Very.

His voice again.

‘Harder’

This time she is brutal with herself.

She cries out, yet maintains her vice-like grip.

It is like two electric shocks. Red hot wires running from breasts to belly to sex.

Urgent, sharp, shocking. intense.

Heavenly.

The deep pitch of her arousal takes her breath away.

 

She realizes her fantasies have suddenly taken a darker twist.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post – but oh, that darker twist

Art by Steve Hanks

 
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Posted by on May 27, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Addiction

 

Addiction

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The uncaring night will take me

And oppress me with its heat.

Leave me wide-eyed

and sleepless

In a tangle of tortured sheets.

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Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

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The over bright dawn will find me

And burden me with its hope.

Leave me confused and restless

Tied up tightly in my own rope.

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Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

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The relentless day will trap me

And unsight me with its glare.

Leave me wandering and helpless

Your distance has stripped me bare.

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Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

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© 2009 the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Past readers of this blog will recognise one of my favourite poems. I wrote it ten years ago in strange circumstances.
Posted again because sometimes one becomes addicted …

 Art by Rainer Auger

 
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Posted by on May 24, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Behind my lids

 

I am stretched out

lazily

beneath a rare

hot

English sky

body relaxed

eyes closed.

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You are dancing

naked

in the darkness

behind my lids.

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I shift

and sigh

and harden.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post, but the sun is out today, and I have closed my eyes and watched you.

Art by Paul Van Ginkel

 

 
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Posted by on May 21, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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The thought

 

Although she resists

the thought of it

fills her head.

It steals her breath

makes her dizzy

and leaves her weak

at the knees.

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It shivers down her spine

tugs at her belly

and caresses

oh so dangerously

her thighs.

And now

she has thought it

she cannot

un-think it

however hard

she tries.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted three years ago. Sometimes perhaps true?

Photography by Benjamin Askinas. Model: Amanda@FordModelsLA

 
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Posted by on May 11, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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