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She is the girl

 

She is the girl

who thinks

she might be pretty

but who everyone knows

is beautiful.

.

She is the girl

who dresses modestly

but still manages

to turn heads.

.

She is the girl

hidden in shadows

who everyone

cannot help

but notice.

.

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.

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Use me

 

Think of me

as a poet

a priest

a professor

 

Think of me

as a stranger

a shaman

a sorcerer

 

Think of me

as a doctor

a dancer

a Dominant.

 

Use me

as the fantasy

who makes you blush

part your thighs

and arch your back

when you are alone.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but you might use me.

Art by John Silver

 
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Posted by on September 13, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Same dream

 

We will dream

exactly

the same dream

and will no longer

be strangers

tomorrow.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 

 
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Posted by on September 9, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Surely fall

art-by-steve-hanks

I have never met her.

Yet I can smell her scent on my fingers.

I can hear her laughter. The way it lifts and dances and makes me smile.

I can feel the press of her body, her skin soft against mine, my face buried in her hair,  I can imagine how she responds to my touch, the blush in her throat, the quickening of her breath and the rising of her breasts.

The hardening of her nipples. Her wetness against my thigh.

I can taste her kiss. So vividly that I am running the tip of my tongue over my lips to capture the sweetness.

I can see her eyes, bright, eloquent, shining, luminous.

Making me sigh.

I have never met her

But if I did

I would surely fall.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

I first posted this three years ago, and reposted it again this time last year. But perhaps new readers will enjoy and old readers will forgive the repeat.

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, 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 7, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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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’.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marina Marina

 

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2018 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.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A couple of years old – but a thousand kisses at the ready.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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