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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 around this time five 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 4, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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On your knees

 

The mere thought

of you

on your knees

fills me

with pride

desire

and poetry.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

 

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dance for me

 

Dance for me.

Like a goddess

like a Muse

like a slave

like a lover

like an angel.

 

Dance for me

as you have never

danced before.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted a year ago. Dance for me.

Art by Victor Bauer

 
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Posted by on January 1, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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The one

 

Heaven__s_a_lie____by_helionn

He knows no other way

It is simply who he is. The way he has always been.

His earliest erotic fantasies were of control. And of damsels in distress.

And yet also of goddesses and worship.

He loves women. With respect. With admiration. With a deep and endless desire.

He needs to adore and to be adored.

Over the years he has taught himself to be a Master of exquisite pleasure and delicious pain. He has known beauty, sensuality and submission beyond words.

But now winter tugs at his coat. He has become lined and grizzled, etched and silver.

The night is long. And his fire burns low.

Yet there is a light. Innocent, pure and holy.

Could she be the one

the one

the one.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this in December a few years ago, and have repeated it before at this time of year. I think I was perhaps feeling a little weary/melancholy when I first penned it. Smiles.

Photo/Art by Helionn on DeviantArt

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Always promised

 

I believe you

were always

promised

to me

across the ages

over distance

beyond

the night sky.

 

A gift

a prize

a treasure

forever

to be admired

and adored.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

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Posted by on December 30, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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I cannot read Tarot

 

I cannot read tarot

or the stars

or tea leaves

or runes

or palms.

 

I cannot read your mind.

 

Yet I know

by instinct

your body

will always belong

to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new words – but my instinct is always sound

Art by Howard David Johnson

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Nature or nurture?

She asks herself the question over and over again.

How could he tell from a photograph, a handful of posts, a dozen seemingly innocuous online messages?

What was it about her that had made him so certain, so confident, so sure?

How can he write himself into her head, into her heart? How can he read what she is thinking? How can he see so deep inside her? Every secret. Every wish, Every desire.

And how does he make her body react in the way that it does? Sometimes despite herself.

And where did this overpowering urge to please him come from?

Is it her nature?

Or his nurture?

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I first wrote this seven years ago – the question is sometimes asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, 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 six years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 27, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Never so aware

art-by-paul-kelley

 

She has never

been so aware

of her body

within her clothes,

the way the material

kisses and caresses

grazes and brushes

smooths and strokes.

 

She has never

been so aware

of her body

within her clothes,

and to the new

sexual sensitivity

of her skin

to their touch.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote and posted this some years ago. Has she ever been so aware?

Art by Paul Kelley

 
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Posted by on December 23, 2020 in Uncategorized

 

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Curious

 

The more

she knows

about him

the more

she reads

about him

the more

she learns

about him

the more

curious

she becomes.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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