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If we were strangers

Art by Henry Saliot

 

If we were strangers

and I saw you

in a cafe

reading a book

or on a train

gazing from the window

or in the park

walking your dog

or in a restaurant

laughing with friends

or in a supermarket

checking your list

or in a car

stuck at the lights

or in the office

confident and sure

or in a crowd

standing out

I would still want you

like sin

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but true.

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on January 15, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Knowing

art-by-omar-ortiz

 

 

There is not

a single part of you

I will not know.

 

Every fantasy

every desire

every wish

every fear.

every smile

every sigh

every laugh

every tear.

 

Every inch

of your

peerless

perfect skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. Reposted again. Because I feel like doing so.
And because I will.

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 13, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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My darkness

 

My darkness calls her

and she aches

to wrap it around her

to allow it

to absorb her

to swallow her

to capture her

to take her.

 

She longs

to let it enter

her eyes

her mouth

her sex.

 

She yearns for it

beneath her clothes

beneath her skin

to own her body

to own her mind

to own her soul

until she belongs

completely

to me.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new but undoubtedly true

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Winter Saturday

 

Saturday afternoon

fading

and dissolving

as Winter days do.

Yet I burn

bright

in the silence

in the solitude

in the gloom.

For you.

Only for you.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jeremy Mann

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Gift and curse

 

I have a sixth sense

I see what lies far beneath the surface of strangers and lovers.

I sense your desires, your fantasies, your needs.

I know what arouses you, what excites you, what makes you ache for release.

I learn your intentions, your agendas, your plans

I feel your hopes.

I watch your dreams.

I divine what you are thinking, what you are wondering, what you are wishing.

And I hear

what you aren’t saying.

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I have a sixth sense.

It is both gift and curse.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new. But true.

Art by Jaroslaw Datta

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Neophyte

art-by-thomas-saliot

 

Neophyte

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In the middle of our conversation

my eyes are drawn

to the pale,

translucent skin of your throat,

to the shadowed hollow

and your perfect bones.

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I am struck blind

by the holiest of visions.

.

Later staring out of the darkness

my fears are stilled

by the soft

remembered curve of your smile,

and the touch of your hand

when once alone.

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I am sublime 

with glorious religion.

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This is by no means a new poem of mine, written some years ago and posted here four or five times. But one always adores a neophyte. 

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on January 9, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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The wonder

 

In every day

there is something new

something unexpected

something different.

I remain wide-eyed

like a child

at the wonder of it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I have posted this before, but I have not changed

Art by Erik Johansson

 
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Posted by on January 8, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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