I have wanted beyond words.
I have wanted everything.
I have wanted someone
soft and innocent
rare and wild
to own.
I have wanted someone
pure and submissive
beauty and body
and soul
I have wanted beyond words.
I have wanted everything.
I have wanted
you.
.
,
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I have wanted …
Art by Paul Boswijk
On this soft English night
the air is silk
the sky is velvet
the stars are sequins
and I can only write
in clichés of clothing
because I cannot
stop thinking about
removing yours.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new. Oh, but to remove yours.
Art by William Oxer
I adore
the soft
slow
sensual
sound
the tongue
of the zipper
makes
tantalizingly
releasing teeth
and baring skin
as you
undo
your dress.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new – but oh that sound ….
Art by Annick Bouvattier
Pretty girls
smile
and flirt
and flatter
but my ways
across the miles
are too dark
for all
but the rarest
most sensual
of souls.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art By Victor Bauer
I have reluctantly realized
thinking of you
and writing your name
in midnight blue ink
on parchment paper
over and over
and over and over
while I whisper
each syllable
does not count
as poetry
though it feels like it
to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, and still not poetry
Art by Gianni Strino
Not until
you are swollen
tumescent
engorged
flushed
full
hot
wet
and slick
is your fruit
ripe enough
sweet enough
and ready
for me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Steve Hanks
I have been high
on the bottle,
the rich taste of red wine in my mouth
blackberry, cinnamon, tobacco, leather,
Another glass, and another.
And perhaps another.
Until all I know is crimson liquid.
Then brandy or port or absinthe.
Or all three.
Pour me out of a taxi and take me home.
I have been high
on acid.
Pills, blotting paper, microdots with happy, hippy names.
Colours bleeding into surfaces into shapes into light.
Music holy with new tones and textures to touch.
The revelations, the meanings, the weird,
finding a new religion in a carpet.
The warm fade and glow
of coming down.
I have been high
on adventure,
on exploration, on discovery, the wild, the different, the strange.
On art, on words, on music, on performance, on poetry.
On the strings of my guitar.
On winning, on deals, on negotiation.
On a high-five finish
On landscapes, seascapes, lucky escapes.
On the lights on the harbour twinkling like diamonds
On snow, on ice, on powder.
On that feeling, at the end of the page
when everything
is perfect.
I have had
a lifetime of highs
but nothing
absolutely nothing
not a single thing
comes close
to you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not the first time I have posted this. Sometimes one finds a new high.
Art by Hamish Blakely
She wants him
to follow her
to chase her
to track her
to seek her
to haunt her
to hunt her
to charm her
to pursue her
to stalk her
to seduce her
endlessly.
But she knows
he will not.
However much
he desires her
it is not
his way.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new, yet true.
Art by William Oxer
Standing
at the edge
she waits
half hoping
for a gust of wind
a friendly push
or a sudden
twist of fate.
But only she
can decide
whether to jump
or to hesitate.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a brand new post, but sometimes true
Art by Fabrizio Panattoni
It is not just about your body.
Though that delights me. The curves and lines. The gorgeous skin. The glorious, elegant, breathtaking shape of you.
It is not just about your beauty.
The rare and striking eloquence of your face. Haunting and mesmerizing. Yet warm and generous.
And it isn’t about your mind, though that plays perhaps the most important part.
It is about control.
To direct you, to instruct you, to conduct you.
To admire you, to adore you, to paint you with words.
It is about knowing you belong to me.
Mine to do with as I will.
Because it thrills you.
It is a difficult concept to grasp.
Unless your natural sexual instinct and desire is to control.
Or to be controlled.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Aydemir Saidov
