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So many ways

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A zipper

a button

a bow

a clip

a clasp

a hook

an eye

a belt

a lace

a ribbon

a tie

a buckle

a stud

a popper

a pin.

 

So many ways

to remove your clothes

so many ways

to reveal your skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted first a year ago. And for me, always relevant and true.

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Posted by on November 28, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Blown Away

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You move through my day

like a sigh

like a breath

like a whisper

like warm air

like a soft breeze

like a wild wind

like a sea storm

like a tempest

like a hurricane

and I am blown away

by all of them.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted this time last year. I like it, so readers must suffer it again.

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Posted by on October 27, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Sports Car

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You have such

elegant

sleek

slender

stylish

svelte

pure

perfect

classy

classic

sports car

curves.

 

Driving you

would be

a delight.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted this time last year. I enjoy driving.

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Posted by on September 6, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Wish it

 

If I could wish

hot summer

and you

bare-legged

short dress

high heels

cool room

brass bed

white sheets

hair wild

body mine

then I would

wish it

right now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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Posted by on August 6, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Object

 

You are

the intelligent

elegant

articulate

independent

witty

wise

object

of my desire.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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Posted by on July 26, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Beautiful violence

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There is

a beautiful violence

in the way her hips roll

like thunder

her eyes flash

defiance

and her heels

sound like gunfire

as she walks

across a room.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last year, but I like it

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Posted by on June 3, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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In my youth

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A girl like you.

In my youth I would have fought other boys for the right to walk you home. Wearing the scars like a badge. Or I would have wandered backwards and forwards past your house , hoping to catch a glimpse of you at a window. Or long for you to see me, a shadowy figure beneath the street light, and think me romantic.

In my youth I would have carved presumptuous initials into innocent trees, into battered park benches, into tables, and desks, and the backs of chairs – not caring if I was caught. Or that you would disapprove if you knew.

In my youth I would have sought you out at dances, making a mess of my over rehearsed lines. I would have asked a friend to give you messages – which you would probably receive with a frown.

In my youth I would have made up a hundred heroic stories in my head where I come to your rescue. Saving you from the clutches of the mob, the grip of an assailant, the jaws of death. Or perhaps just finding your lost dog.

In my youth I would have written you tortured poems, toiled over for hours, scrawled on stolen paper, that would never leave the pocket of my faded denim jeans.

In my youth I would have wished for the internet, if I could have seen into the future.

Yet here I am. Connection at my fingertips. Posting pointless poetry.

That you will probably never read

A girl like you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago, and I am still posting pointless poetry.

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Posted by on May 24, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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