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If we touch

 

If we touch

across the miles

however softly

however gently

the echo

of the moment

and the ripple

on the surface

will take forever

to fade.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Ralf Heynen

 
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Posted by on September 21, 2020 in Uncategorized

 

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Casting

 

I have cast you

as the heroine

the femme fatale

the dancer

the goddess

the slave

the damsel

in distress

the girl

in every one

of my dark fantasies

and scenarios.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted a year ago. I have cast you.

Art by Rob Hefferan

 

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2020 in Still Life, D/s, Poetry, Erotica

 

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She is the girl

 

She is the girl

who thinks

she might be pretty

but who everyone knows

is beautiful.

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She is the girl

who dresses modestly

but still manages

to turn heads.

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She is the girl

hidden in shadows

who everyone

cannot help

but notice.

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She is the girl

who everyone knows

is always good

and could never be bad

.

She is the girl

who no one will guess

beneath her dress

her perfect body

belongs to me

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Ramon Gutierrez

Certainly not the first time I have posted this. But I hope you will still enjoy. Because she is the girl.

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Autumn fire

 

A golden morning

sun like pale honey

yet I can feel Autumn

cool on the breeze

yet I am ready

for the change

of seasons

I am longing

for her fire

in the trees.

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,

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Daniel Gerhartz

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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The nature of it

 

 

It is the nature

of his dark

D/s religion.

 

His to direct

hers to serve.

 

His to teach

hers to learn.

 

His to own

hers to belong.

 

Theirs to adore

and be adored.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted before, but always true.

Art by Antonio Macedo

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2020 in Uncategorized

 

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Never call me ‘Daddy’

 

I do not expect

to be called

‘Master’

or ‘Sir’

unless

I have earned

your respect.

.

But never

ever

ever

call me ‘Daddy’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marina Marina

This post is a couple of years old, but forever true.

 

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A thousand kisses

 

As I look

at your photograph

I imagine

gently lifting your chin

with the tips

of my long fingers

and placing

a tender kiss

in the perfect

scented hollow

of your elegant throat.

 

In my mind

it is the first

of a thousand

more kisses

to brush

and touch

and taste

and caress

over and over

every single inch

of your exquisite

skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post a few years old – but a thousand kisses are at the ready.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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September Sunday

 

A soft, silent

September Sunday

surrounded

by sunlight

solitude

song

and a strong

seductive

sensual

sexual

sense of you.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2020 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Novice

Art by Antonella Fabiani

She has seen too many summers to be completely innocent.

And yet he has made her so.

She is new, pristine, spotless.

She is pure, virtuous, chaste and naive.

She is unsullied, unblemished, undefiled.

She has become a neophyte, a learner, a beginner.

A novice on her first day, her white dress pressed and spotless, the hem gently brushing her bare legs.

She is his pupil, his student, his apprentice, his initiate.

She is his disciple, his follower, his protegé.

She is his slave, his angel, his goddess, his Muse.

In this quiet, holy, secret place, she kneels before him.

Her mind and body are burning.

She is ablaze with desire.

She is thirsty for knowledge.

She aches to learn every rule, every code, every facet, every element, every shade.

Every verse of his dark and decadent religion.

She is hungry for him to instruct her, to teach her, to guide her, to discipline her.

To show her a wild, breathless universe of pleasure and pain.

She wants him to do everything.

She is his.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Antonella Fabiani

Originally written by me five years ago and posted a number of times. I hope regular readers can bear another repeat. There is nothing like a beautiful novice.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Sea

 

Once upon a time

by the sea

where the water

kisses the sand

I held a perfect

salt-bleached shell

to my ear.

 

The voice I heard

from within

was yours.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

Not a brand new post. But when I listen again perhaps the voice I hear will be yours.

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2020 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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