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Might just be

 

I am captivated

enchanted

enthralled

inspired

made hungry

made breathless

made hard

by the hem

of your skirt

as it rides up

high

on your thigh.

 

Moments

like these

make me believe

there might just be

a god.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago, but there are sometimes moments like these ….

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
 

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My doctor has examined me

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My doctor has examined me

He is man of great learning and deep understanding.

He is old and wise, and certificates on his wall attest to his vast and eclectic knowledge. Anatomy, psychiatry, psychology, neurology. Surgery, geometry, chemistry, philately, campanology.

He took deep soundings from my pulse. He listened carefully to my heart. He examined my body with clever hands, the strength of my muscles, the structure of my bones, the conductivity of my nerves, the light in my eyes. He considered tendons, ligaments, cartilage.

He had me listen to indistinct sounds. He made me recall half-forgotten scents.  He insisted I recite my darkest poetry.

He made my reflexes dance

He asked me questions, recovered my dreams, investigated my hopes, pondered over my expectations. Asked pointedly about my exercise. And my patterns of sleep.

He explored my diet, my sexual inclinations, my sensual desires.  My abuse of tea. And alcohol.

When he was done he sat me down and faced me. His brow was furrowed, his mouth severe. His chin was set firm. He was serious in his approach. He was careful in his diagnosis.

He shook his head sorrowfully, and with his fat fountain pen wrote slowly upon his pad. He solemnly handed me the page.

My doctor has examined me

He is a man of considerable reputation. I trust him completely.

My doctor has examined me.

My doctor knows what ails me. He knows what has laid me low.

He is certain of the only thing that can make me well. His recommendation is precise and unequivocal.

My doctor has prescribed me you.

It is a repeat prescription.

Of unlimited dose

To be taken as often

as I require.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this five years ago. But It made me chuckle so much as I penned it back then, I have decided to post again now.

Art by Fabian Perez

 
 

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Magical

 

She is more magical

than a sticky-winged butterfly

unfolding from its hard shell,

the vivid arc of a bright rainbow

after the storm,

the muscular power of a thoroughbred

thundering across a field,

a full silver moon sailing

across a velvet night sky,

a virgin fall of powdery snow

awaiting my skis,

the scent of freshly cut grass

at the end of a summer’s day,

a glass of brunello di montalcino

sipped by the fire,

the staccato gunfire of high heels

crossing a marble floor,

a newly emerged desert flower

ephemeral in the sand.

 

She is more magical

than fervent wishes

unexpectedly coming true.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. But sometimes there is magic.

Art by Gianni Strino

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Beneath my skin

 

You have touched me

without touching me.

You have made me

feel you

beneath my skin.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but you have touched me.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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A bar somewhere

 

I imagine us

in a bar

somewhere

your hair

coming loose

dress

like a sheath

calves

like geometry

thighs

like fantasy

eyes shining

lips parted

raising your glass

sighing

‘yes’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a brand new post – but I do imagine you in a bar somewhere ….

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Any other

It began like any other game.

She had read his words. The heady mix of romance, ropes and respect.  Of dominance, decadence and desire. Of longing, lust and leather.  Of sex, service and submission.  Of poetry, pain and pleasure.

It was an attractive, compelling and perhaps dangerous drug.

Yet she knew she could handle it.  The geographic distance would keep her safe.  The lack of a physical connection would be an antidote to its power.  The absence of the carnal would diminish its dominion.

She placed the collar about her throat.  She could feel the urgent pulse in her neck whispering a warning. She smiled bravely into the eye of the camera.

She could control it.

But now she aches.  A deep, persistent hunger that cannot be satisfied by fingers or phallus.

The geographic distance has become her prison, the lack of physical connection is her torturer, the absence of the carnal is the rack upon which her yearning body is stretched day and night.  She wants him.

She will do everything he instructs, and more. Always more.  Yet it will never be enough.  Not for her.

It began like any other addiction,

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I found this in my considerable pile of writings while looking for something else. It feels as relevant as the day it was written.

Painting by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 25, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Against my skin

 

On coal-black nights

like these

when only desire

burns bright

I wish I knew

a secret spell

to summon you

sensual

silk

smooth

and soft

against my skin.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

There are always such nights

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Whirlwind

 

Even the softest

sweetest

tenderest kiss

launched

from your fingers

with the faintest

gentlest breath

endless miles away

is a caress

upon my skin

and a whirlwind

in my soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new – but true

Art by C.S. McNeil

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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I am not an artist

 

I am not an artist.

I have not the talent

the commitment

the creativity

or the eye.

 

I am not an artist

but I will paint

your beauty

and body

in words

so you can read

how much

I adore you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new. But true.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Act dangerously

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Romantic that I am, I have a softish spot for Valentine’s Day.

(Although the Dominant in me objects strongly).

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year. It sucks.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2021 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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