Wet

I think of you

wet

from the bath

from the pool

from the rain

from the shower

from the sea.

I think of you

wet

because of me.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Philipp Weber

 

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

Not the first time I have posted this – but sometimes so true.

Art by William Oxer

 

Carpe Diem

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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

Art by Marius Markowski

 

She is a woman

She is a woman

who does not realize

her own beauty

who does not know

the pure power

of her body

who has never been

truly adored

who has not released

her sexually submissive soul.

She is a woman

and I want her.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

Scent

Somehow

across the miles

I catch

your distant scent

and imagine you

close

your movements

your breathing

your laughter

your eyes

shining

the silk of your hair

the taste

of your warm skin

in my mouth.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but I like it. Sometimes there is a scent …

Art by Daniel del Orfano

 

Chant

 

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

 

If by poetry

If

by poetry

I can make her

flesh and blood

my body on which to press

I will forge

such compelling words

her hungry soul

to steal

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Cesar Santos

I originally tweeted these words over six years ago but liked them so much I elevated them to a blog post five years ago. If elevate is the right word. I hope you don’t mind them again. It is one of my favourite short poems.

 

Her body

Her Body

.

Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

.

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.

.

Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written seven years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And her body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Gravity

Even here

at the very edge

of your atmosphere

I can feel

your irresistible

beautiful gravity

pulling me

tugging me

drawing me

dragging me

compelling me

calling me

closer.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new but so true

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Something important

I was going to write

something important, relevant, meaningful and deep

something incisive, prophetic, intuitive and bold

something intelligent, articulate, perceptive and wise

something that would make you see me

in a different light.

But all I can think about

is removing your clothes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post is five years old, but the sentiment and the desire burn bright.

Art by Paul Boswijk