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Sleeping Beauty

Photography by Tiffany Zettlemoyer

She is sleeping

Her breathing is shallow. Her chest rises and falls. He counts the seconds and studies her for signs of waking.

There are none.

He says her name. Softly.

Again. A little louder. But still quietly. He does not really want her to stir.

He gently takes her hand in his. It is small, and soft, and cool. Her fingers lie over his. They are quiet and still. His thumb and forefinger circle her wrist. He can feel her pulse. He imagines it quickening, but he cannot be sure. He lowers her hand to the bed.

She is beautiful. Her hair is raven black against her pale skin. Her lips are perfectly formed and ruby-red. She is wearing a pure white dress that is fitted at the breast, tight at the waist, and clinging to her hips. Sleeping Beauty

He knows he should kiss her, rouse her from her slumber, bring her back to consciousness.

But her still and perfect form has mesmerised him, captivated him, bewitched him. He feels himself harden as he moves towards her. He murmurs her name again. His throat stifles the sound.

He reaches out and with almost trembling fingers he strokes her cheek. Her skin is warm to his touch.

She does not stir.

He carefully undoes the first of the buttons. And then another. And a third. The gorgeous swell of her breasts makes him dizzy with desire.

At the sixth button, as the material begins to peel open, he realises she is naked underneath.

……………………

She is not sleeping.

She senses him standing by the narrow bed, gazing at her. She knows his eyes are upon her, taking in every curve, and every line. She waits. And tries to control her breathing.

She focuses on keeping perfectly still.

She hears him say her name. Twice. She ignores it, forbidding her eyelids to flicker.

He picks up her hand. His sudden touch in the darkness almost makes her flinch with surprise. His fingers are long and thin. She fears he will feel her pulse race crazily as his thumb presses against her flesh. He releases her gently, and she knows.

She is certain about what is going to happen when she hears her name a third time, and it is said like a faint prayer in a hoarse and caressing whisper.

His touch upon her cheek is like fire. She almost gasps at her own arousal.

He begins to undo the buttons of her dress.

Achingly.

Tantalizingly.

Deliciously slowly.

This is heaven.

She will not wake now..

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Tiffany Zettlemoyer

This is not new, I wrote it some time ago. And it had an outing last year. But I like a good fairy story as we approach All Hallows’ Eve.

 
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Posted by on October 31, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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You can call it

 

You can call it

a deep crush

or a lasting lust

or an endless

infatuation

or a breathless

adoration

but none describe

its wonder

and power.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on October 28, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Next to me

 

There are times

whatever the circumstance

whatever the distance

whatever the situation

whatever the cruelty

of separation

when I feel you

next to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. There are times …

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on October 27, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Fragments

Art by Francine van Hove

 

She sifts through his poems

studying every nuance

examining every subtext

measuring every sentence

considering every meaning

reviewing every word.

 

She digs ever deeper

for a fragment

of her.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written by me some years ago. But I like it.

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on October 26, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Choose

 

I send a kiss

across the miles

for you to choose

where it lands,

for you to feel

my lips

my breath

my desire

my longing

my lust

upon your gorgeous skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a newly written post, but you can choose.

Art by Ryan Swallow

 
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Posted by on October 22, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Beautiful Thief

 

You are a beautiful thief

You steal my time

You steal my balance

You steal my attention

You steal my concentration

You steal my sleep.

 

You are a beautiful thief.

You take my breath away.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

Written around this time a couple of years ago. But there is sometimes such a thief about…..

 
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Posted by on October 17, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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‘Like’

 

There is no

‘Like’

I long to see

bestowed

upon this untidy

inelegant

tangle

of random words

more fervently

more ardently

more deeply

than yours.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but true

Art by Dan Witz

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Words

 

Today I have

words to write

words to read

words to learn

words to sharpen

words to hone

words to borrow

words to follow

words to choose

words to lose

but the best

of words

I save

for you.

,

,

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on October 14, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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She has it

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He adores women.

Their curves, their elegance, the softness of their silky skin. The way their bodies sway when they walk, Their sense of humour, their warmth, their generosity, their clear, incisive intelligence.

He adores their hair, their eloquent eyes, the hallowed velvet of their throat, the aching sensuality of their thighs.

He adores their femininity, their courage, their balance, their insanity. The way they talk so intimately amongst themselves.

He adores their resilience, their vulnerability. their anger, their passion, their truth and their lies.

He adores their motherhood, their sisterhood, their sainthood, He adores their independence, their sociability, their ability to survive.

He adores the fact that he finds them all so desperately, outrageously fucking sexy.

And yet there is something. Something that turns adoration into hungry desire.

Something intangible, wild, expressive, beautiful, endearing, submissive, strong and utterly mesmerizing that compels him. Something that captivates him completely.

She has it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Francine van Hove

I originally posted this seven years ago.  It is my hymn to women in general. Although when it was written it may well have been for one in particular. And who knows, it might even be for one now.

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

 

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Someone

 

There is always

someone

who is our weakness

 

Always someone

who breaks through

all our defences.

 

Always someone

who leaves us

breathless.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on October 7, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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