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Understandably

 

There are some

who do not like

my Dominant sexuality.

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There are some

who are not fond

of my prose and poetry.

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There are some

(understandably)

who do not care for me

at all.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A couple of years old, but undeniably true.

Art by Nicolas Avon

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dilemma

image-by-jessica-heller

 

I can never decide

whether I prefer rescuing

the scantily clad

tightly bound

damsel in distress

from the railway tracks

or being the wicked villain

who tied her there.

 

The truth is probably

a little of both.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this a few years ago.  Always my dilemma.

Photography found on Flickr © Jessica Heller

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dark Priest

Dark Priest

 

I will be your dark priest.

You will confess your most intimate, most sensual,  most erotic, most sexual desires.

You will confide your deepest hidden sacred secret wishes,

your yearning, your lust, your longing.

You will tell me your wildest darkest decadent fantasies.

I will make them pure.

I will make them holy.

I will make them real.

I will give them flesh.

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Originally written this time four years ago. But I do like it.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph taken from Pinterest. Provenance unknown. Please let me know if yours and I will credit or remove.

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I call myself Dominant

Arcade card

 

I call myself ‘Dominant’ because it best describes my sexual orientation, my desire to teach, nurture, protect and direct – and also my tastes and desires – in way that is straightforward and unequivocal.

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

I first posted this four years ago because the arrogant posturing, words, attitudes and expectations of many online wannabe ‘Doms’ made me laugh. They still do.

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2019 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Blessing and a curse

 

Art by Loui Jover

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Louis Jover

I wrote this time of year five years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I walk this path

Art by Jover

 

I have reached a point

through trial and error

joy and sorrow

hope and regret

tears and laughter

pain and pleasure

submission and control

where I know

what is right

for me.

I walk this path.

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.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this a few years ago. I will always walk this path.

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on December 4, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Never changed

 

I might be

seduced

beguiled

entranced

enthralled

enamored

fascinated

bewitched

captivated

enraptured

spellbound

but I can never

be changed.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but always true.

Art by Michael and Inessa Garmash

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Understandably

 

There are some

who do not like

my Dominant sexuality.

.

There are some

who are not fond

of my prose and poetry.

.

There are some

(understandably)

who do not care for me

at all.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A year old, but usually true.

Art by Nicolas Avon

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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I call myself Dominant

Arcade card

 

I call myself ‘Dominant’ because it best describes my sexual orientation, my desire to teach, nurture, protect and direct – and also my tastes and desires – in way that is straightforward and unequivocal.

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

I first posted this three years ago because the arrogant posturing, words, attitudes and expectations of many online wannabe ‘Doms’ made me laugh. They still do.

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Tale of a Dominant – Part Two

 

The candle has burnt down low.

The bar is close to empty. It is late. The waitress is hovering near the table with the bill, He motions to her with a raised eyebrow and a smile. She places l’addition on a white saucer with two small squares of gold-wrapped chocolate.

The girl opposite him runs her hands through her long black hair and stretches back in her chair. It is almost provocative.

His eyes flick over her body appreciatively and return to her face. He stares into her eyes. She doesn’t look away. They are both more than a little drunk.

She feels she knows everything about him. He has answered her questions all evening. About his lovers, About D/s, his rules, the cities and the hotel suites, the romance, the shadows and the dancers. His briefcase full of ropes and bindings, toys and instruments. The reasons behind it all. His adoration, his admiration, and his love of women. Of some women in particular.

She has captured his velvet voice on her recorder.

And yet, although he has been the one telling his story, she feels as if it is her soul that has been stripped bare.

He punches the PIN into the card machine with long slender fingers, and it is time to go. He hands her both of the chocolates. She slips them into her bag. She knows they are destined to sit uneaten on her dressing table forever.

Much later that night, with the dawn creeping softly over the silent sea, she slips naked from his bed. She is careful not to wake him. In the pale light she re-reads the note he gave her, written in his distinctive hand, in dark midnight-blue ink.

I remember them all.

The beauties, the heroines, the angels. The wide-eyed girls in their best party frocks. The bold but trembling women in their gorgeous. silk gowns.

The waifs and the strays. The wild and the hungry. The creative and the eloquent. The sacred and the profane.

Tiger Cub, Rebecca, Jenny, Beauty, Angel, Hermosa, Lindsay, and the rest. The sweet submissives who have perfumed my nights and made wonderful my days.

I remember them all.

You are the last.

It is the end.

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Part One

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

But is it/was it the end?

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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