A sleepy
Sunday afternoon
in this quiet
English garden
lazily stretched out
in soft cotton
and faded denim
surrendering to sun
and shadows
light and cloud
insect buzz
and bird song
summoning you
to dance
in the darkness
of my imagination
as I close my eyes.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
written last year – but perfect for today
Art by Ed Bock
She finds herself
waiting
aching
longing
yearning
for his explicit
instruction,
for the certainty
of his control,
knowing the way
her body
will respond
with an urgent spike
of naked desire.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but sometimes relevant.
Art by William Oxer
Kneeling
before him
she realises
he is the temptation
the prayer
the pleasure
the pain
the sin
the confession
the blessing
and the absolution
all rolled into one.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I managed to upset those who follow a god with my post yesterday, so the use of religious imagery in my poetry in this post will no doubt lose me still more followers here and on Twitter. So be it.
Art by Ivan Pili
I will know
every
sensual
sexual
soft
seductive
sleek
smooth
silky
secret
centimetre
of your
sacred
submissive
skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but such heaven to explore
Art by Omar Ortiz
Images of naked strangers leave me cold
Nudity has become far too common a currency to attract my attention or pique my interest.
A body is a body. Some are more elegant than others. Some have been treated better or worse by time. Some are cared for. Some are toned by exercise. Some are a paradise of lines and curves. Some are the shape I admire.
But they do not raise my pulse.
Not unless I am attracted by the personality within. By the intellect, the sense of humour, the creativity, the warmth. And of course, by the hungry, submissive soul.
The body, especially one without exclusivity after having been viewed by many, is merely a shell.
It is she who inhabits the body that gives it attraction, magic, desirability, potency.
She gives it power.
The power to make me ache.
And want her.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Trudy Good
I wrote this five years ago. As true as it has ever been.
I want you wearing
scarlet lipstick
five-inch heels
your favourite scent
your sacred necklace
your secret smile
and nothing else.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new. But it is how I want you.
Art by Daniel del Orfano
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
This not new. Oh, but you ….
Art by Fabian Perez
