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
Category Archives: Poetry
Approval
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.
Maybe somewhere
Maybe
you are out there
somewhere.
Maybe
somewhere close
beyond fields
and trees
roads and cities
valleys and streams.
Maybe
somewhere far
beyond borders
and flags
mountains and lakes
continents and seas.
Maybe
somewhere
beneath
different skies
in a different land
with a different tongue
and a different skin.
.
Maybe
you are out there
somewhere.
Maybe
you are out there
somewhere
waiting
for me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago, but I like it.
Painting by Marc Figueras
Change me
You might
charm me
seduce me
engage me
.
You might
excite me
enchant me
delight me
.
You might
thrill me
bewitch me
amaze me
.
You might
inspire me
arouse me
inflame me.
.
But you will
never ever
change me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new. But always true.
Art by William Oxer
The Call
Sexual submission
is not for the needy
or the lost
or the lonely
or the bored
or the casually curious.
It is for the independent
intelligent girl
who knows the call
the ache
the yearning
to be owned
and fulfilled
deep in her soul.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but endlessly true.
Art by William Oxer
Until the dawn
I will seduce you
with poetry
capture you
with prose
enchant you
with possibility
and have you
dance naked
for me
until the dawn
makes the sky
blush
and the light
perfectly paints
your skin.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago, but I will seduce you ….
Art by Alexey Chernigin
Something for her
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.
.
She wishes he would write something for her.
He just has.
.
.
© 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
