Name

Before I knew you

your name

was just

another name.

.

Now

when I see it

or hear it

or read it

or write it

I cannot help

but catch

my breath.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

Berries

Outside

in today’s cold wind

I could not help but think

of you

bound with rope

your exquisite nipples

proud and erect

and as hard

as unripened berries

perfectly defined

against the material

of your dress.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not new, but it is that chilly time of the year.

Art by Willi Kissmer

 

And then

I thought

I had become

immune to beauty

indifferent to sexy

unmoved by submission

unstirred by intelligence

unexcited by control

untouched by desire

unaffected by dance

and then

there was you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written some years ago – and then there was you.

Art by Peter Worswick

 

Inch by Inch

I am the poetic cartographer

of your sacred body.

I will discover you

and map you,

explore you

and draw you,

observe you

and describe you,

chart you

and render you

adored

inch by perfect inch.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Posted originally some years ago. But I like it because it is what I do.

Art by Javier Arizabalo

 

That secret

That secret.

That wild

dark, erotic

sexual fantasy.

The one you conceal

from everyone.

The one you hide

from yourself.

That secret.

.

That secret

is what attracts me

like a magnet

compels me

like a drug

draws me

moth to flame

makes me yearn

for you

to release it

just for me.

That secret.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written a few years ago. I like it, so another airing. And because you have a secret.

Art by William Oxer

 

Hard

I listen

hard

for a murmur of you

for a rumour of you

for a whisper of you

for the sound of you.

.

I wait

hard

for a trace of you

for a glimpse of you

for a sight of you

for the shape of you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Enchantment

I do not know the sorcery of attraction.

I only know its magic, its chemistry, its compelling, demanding, irresistible force

I only know it by the mane of hair, the eloquent eyes, the sensual lips

I only know it by the elegant shoulders, the exquisite breasts, the perfect legs

I only know it by the sweetest voice, the lightest wit, the purest heart.

I do not know the sorcery of attraction

I only know the shape

of its enchantment

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

Not new, but true.

 

Weakness

She has a weakness

for strangers and poets

artists and dreamers

masters and dancers

adventurers and saints

and men

who make her feel

dangerous and safe

at the same time.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written a few years ago, but sometimes apt.

Art by Francine van Hove

 

How?

How could you

have walked

talked

danced

sung

ate

drank

breathed

worked

smiled

slept

laughed

loved

existed

in this world

without me

somehow knowing

of your presence?

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Nathalie Picoulet

 

She is drawn

She is drawn

to my dark religion

reads my words

like they are holy

and feels

a heavenly ache

between her thighs.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not brand new writing, but she is drawn

Art by William Oxer