If only
I could inhale
the warm fragrance
of your throat
and bury my face
in the wild storm
of your hair.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
Category Archives: Poetry
Her secret
It is her secret.
It always has been
Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.
A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.
Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.
Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.
Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.
And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and his cock. All used expertly, creatively, unrelentingly,
She has told no one
Until now.
Until him.
It is their secret
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Marcos Beccari
I wrote this four years ago. And I thought ‘why not post (yet) again for those who were not reading me then?’ I hope regulars can excuse the indulgence.
Desire is brutal
Desire without release is brutal.
It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.
It is a constant ache.
It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.
It steals rational thought.
It refuses to allow peace.
It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.
It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.
Desire without release is brutal.
But relief, when it comes, is heaven.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago, but desire is always brutal.
Art by Kamille Corry
Plans
When I sleep
the Romantic in me
dreams of candle light
and kisses
laughter and music
and secrets shared
in the velvet dark.
When I sleep
the Dominant in me
makes plans
for your body.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new, written a year ago, but true
Art by Sergey Ignatenko
I walk this path
I have reached a point
through trial and error
joy and sorrow
hope and regret
tears and laughter
pain and pleasure
submission and control
where I know
what is right
for me.
I walk this path.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I first posted this a couple of years ago. I will always walk this path.
Art by Loui Jover
Hardening
I am watching
the wax
trickling slowly
down the shaft
of this candle
and imagining it
hardening
on your skin.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
You might be interested in a much earlier post I wrote here
Photography taken from internet. Source unknown. If yours please advise and I will remove or credit.
Distant presence
Your distant presence
curls around me
like smoke
like liquid
like ivy
like a cat
like a dancer
like a lover
your exquisite body
finding
the perfect fit.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a brand new post – but you are a distant presence
Photography by Klaus Kampert
