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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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted this time last year. I enjoy driving.

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
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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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

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

 

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Beautiful violence

Art by Annick Bouvattier

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last year, but I like it

Art by Annick Bouvattier

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

 

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In my youth

Art by Annick Bouvattier

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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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

Art by Annick Bouvattier

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

 

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Baring skin

 

I adore

the soft

slow

sensual

sound

the tongue

of the zipper

makes

tantalizingly

releasing teeth

and baring skin

as you

undo

your dress.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
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Posted by on May 3, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Cannot get enough

 

I am not obsessive

in any way,

nor compulsive

by nature.

 

I do not have fetishes

or fixations,

crazes

crushes

cravings,

infatuations

or fads.

 

I do not have dependencies

or tendencies

towards addiction

 

But I truly

cannot get enough

of your body.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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