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Walks this earth


There is a woman.

She walks this earth.

I have not met her, although I once came close. I have barely seen her, though glimpses have thrilled me. I have never spoken to her, although I swear I can hear her sweet accent in my head. And in my dreams.

I do not know her perfume but her scent thrills me. I have not touched her but can almost feel her skin beneath my finger tips. I have not looked into her eyes, but feel light-headed at the thought.

I have not owned her, but the hunger to do so consumes me.

There is a woman.

She walks this earth.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

This is by no means new. I wrote it at least three years old. It has been plagiarised a number of times, which I am told is a compliment.  I like it very much. And one thing I do know for certain – there is a woman who walks the earth….



Posted by on March 17, 2017 in Uncategorized


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Some days I am raw

I prowl and pace these rooms like a caged animal. My skin itches, my sinews are tight, my muscles cramp.  There is an ache deep in my bones.

My eyes burn with images of you dancing.

My long fingers yearn for your flesh.

I cannot focus on work, on words, on writing. I cannot apply myself to whatever it is I am supposed to be doing.

I am hard at the slightest thought of you

My mind is a tangle of ropes and restraints, cuffs and chains. My imagination is busy peeling off your clothes, kissing your throat, your breasts, your belly, your thighs.

My mouth on your sex. Your taste on my tongue.

I yearn for your body, your beauty, your pure and perfect form.

I long for you spread like sacrifice across a brass bed on white sheets.

I want your climax over and over

for my pleasure.

Some days I am so fucking raw.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this two years ago. Some days – and nights – it has much resonance.

Photograph © Skatefreak14


Posted by on February 8, 2017 in Uncategorized


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Forest fire

Art by Damian Klaczkiewicz



she feels parched




with desire

with longing

with lust.


She is so

tinder dry

that just

a single spark

will have her burning


and out of control

like a forest fire.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Damian Klaczkiewicz


Posted by on November 29, 2016 in Uncategorized


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Inch by inch



I am the 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

inch by perfect inch.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Javier Arizabalo


Posted by on November 24, 2016 in Uncategorized


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Why am I so sad for America?

Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump pauses during his campaign speech to hug the American flag Saturday, June 11, 2016, in Tampa, Fla. (AP Photo/Chris O'Meara) ORG XMIT: FLCO107

Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump pauses during his campaign speech to hug the American flag Saturday, June 11, 2016, in Tampa, Fla. (AP Photo/Chris O’Meara) ORG XMIT: FLCO107


On the face of it, my political instincts ought to be in line with Donald Trump’s.

A concern for the working man, a dislike of the ‘establishment’, a distrust of the media. A growing worry about the effect of globalisation. These are all close to my own heart.

So why I am so sad for America?

Partly because of the man himself.

In my opinion, he is a racist bigot. It seems that, in his eyes, anyone who is not a white American is of lower caste, has less value, is less honest, less human.

His attitude to women is beyond belief. A fifteen year old schoolboy has more respect for the opposite sex. To Trump, women are clearly subordinate in all respects or he would not say the things he says about them. In the past and currently.

He mocks the handicapped. He publicly humiliates the families of those who served their country – which incidentally he notably failed to do. He encourages violence in the political process.

He accuses his opponents of a lack of transparency and yet refuses to do something as simple as reveal his own tax return.

He has a petty, ugly, volatile temperament, ill-suited to a statesman.

And as far as I can see, he tells lies. Repeatedly. Blatantly. Extremely. In a lifetime of listening to politicians I have never heard anything even close to some of his complete inventions and distortions.

While I personally find all these traits utterly appalling (though clearly his supporters do not), it is this last one, his dishonesty, that makes me sad for America.

Like those who campaigned for Brexit in the UK, he has tapped into the fears, concerns and issues of the blue-collar working man. He has recognised their real sense of isolation, the feeling that no one cares about them, that no one represents them, that they have no future, that their jobs are being stolen or simply disappearing, that they have been disenfranchised, that they are being invaded by cheaper labour, inside and out. That there are ‘foreigners’ everywhere. That America is not what it was. He has understood it and used it.

He has made America promises.

America will be great again. The border to the ‘rapist’ Mexican job stealers will be closed with a huge wall (that Mexico will pay for!). The imposition of tariffs and tearing up of trade treaties and agreements will bring a new age of prosperity. He will dismantle the establishment. He will make the poor better off (though not through a minimum wage or changing the grossly unfair tax structure). A host of other ‘feel good’ commitments. It is (he says) a new dawn for true Americans.

Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps he really believes in the plight of the blue-collar American (although the plight of all poor Americans is what matters). Perhaps he really will achieve his much repeated goal. Perhaps he will change everything for the better.

I don’t think so. I think he cares not a jot for the ordinary citizen. I think he cares for one thing. Trump.

So, I am sad for America because you have been sold a pup, because you have been lied to, because you have been used by a very rich man, a celebrity, in his raw quest for power.

And you have elected a man who has no redeeming features whatsoever to the exalted position of President of the United States and de facto leader of the West.

Because of it, overnight, to the rest of the world (except Russia), America has become smaller, grubbier, less credible, less likeable, nastier, and more intolerant.

And over the next four years those promises will stir up so much unrest and unhappiness. There is, in my view, disturbing social upheaval to come, much of it painful and bleak. Dark days lie ahead now – particularly for all minorities, but eventually for all Americans of every ethnicity and persuasion . Pandora’s box is open.

This is why I am so sad for America.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo : Chris O’Meara, Associated Press

I may be wrong, of course, and I will commit now to review this post every year to follow his progress towards making America great again. If I am wrong or have misjudged him, I will apologise.



Posted by on November 9, 2016 in Still Life, Uncategorized


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To do




On my list

of things to do

you are at the top

in bold


circled in red



marked most important

my absolute

my most pressing

my most compelling

primary objective.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer



Posted by on October 30, 2016 in Uncategorized


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Shrinking miles



If only

I could take giant strides

across land and sea

mountain and stream

forest and tundra

snow and desert

swallowing distance

shrinking miles

eating geography

I would claim

your beauty

and body

and soul.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Michael & Inessa Garmash

I posted this a year ago. I hope no one minds the repetition.


Posted by on September 25, 2016 in Uncategorized


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