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A bar somewhere

 

I imagine us

in a bar

somewhere

your hair

coming loose

dress

like a sheath

calves

like geometry

thighs

like fantasy

eyes shining

lips parted

raising your glass

sighing

‘yes’.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a brand new post – but I do imagine you in a bar somewhere ….

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on February 28, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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No one will do

 

When it comes

to my wanting

a pure

potent

powerful

perfect

paradise,

a peerless

sans pareil

playground

of sexual pleasure,

I am positive

no one will do

but you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago, but no one will do …

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 26, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Any other

It began like any other game.

She had read his words. The heady mix of romance, ropes and respect.  Of dominance, decadence and desire. Of longing, lust and leather.  Of sex, service and submission.  Of poetry, pain and pleasure.

It was an attractive, compelling and perhaps dangerous drug.

Yet she knew she could handle it.  The geographic distance would keep her safe.  The lack of a physical connection would be an antidote to its power.  The absence of the carnal would diminish its dominion.

She placed the collar about her throat.  She could feel the urgent pulse in her neck whispering a warning. She smiled bravely into the eye of the camera.

She could control it.

But now she aches.  A deep, persistent hunger that cannot be satisfied by fingers or phallus.

The geographic distance has become her prison, the lack of physical connection is her torturer, the absence of the carnal is the rack upon which her yearning body is stretched day and night.  She wants him.

She will do everything he instructs, and more. Always more.  Yet it will never be enough.  Not for her.

It began like any other addiction,

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I found this in my considerable pile of writings while looking for something else. It feels as relevant as the day it was written.

Painting by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 25, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Your legs

art-by-thomas-saliot

 

 

Your legs

bare-skinned

in jeans

in a skirt

in stockings

in heels.

 

Your legs

kneeling

walking

bending

stretching

on tiptoe.

 

Your legs

dancing

crossing

parting

tangled

with mine.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a few years ago. I love legs.

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2021 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Against my skin

 

On coal-black nights

like these

when only desire

burns bright

I wish I knew

a secret spell

to summon you

sensual

silk

smooth

and soft

against my skin.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

There are always such nights

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Compliment

 

When I say

just an everyday

glimpse of you

draws such dark

decadent

dirty

delicious

delightful

pictures

in my mind

it is definitely intended

as a compliment.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

 

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something Else

 

She is trying to think of something else.

She works, busying herself with things that usually bore her, creating her own session of displacement therapy. She fills her day so that there is no room for idle thought.

At home, she urgently flicks through magazines searching for something to steal her attention, even for a moment. She watches TV, trying to lose herself in someone else’s story. At night she closes her eyes tight shut, as if it will help.

But she cannot get the thought out of her head.

This desire to serve, this need to belong, this yearning to be his.

She has felt nothing like it before.  Not for any man, least of all this complete, dark, distant stranger.  Yet there is a familiarity about him, a certainty, a resonance. As if she has always known he would be there.

If she allows her imagination to escape it will swarm at her thighs, ache in her lower belly, and send a flush into her throat.  It will send a delicious tingling down her spine. It will conjure up a thousand images of her own submission that will make her weak at the knees.

It will make her mouth dry and her sex wet.

She is trying to think of something else.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written eight years ago, but I like it. And perhaps there is someone trying to think of something else right now.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Tell me

 

Tell me

your dreams.

Tell me

your needs.

Tell me

your fantasies.

 

Tell me

all the things

that touch

you deep.

 

Tell me

the you

that aches

to be found.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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To fill my dreams

 

When midnight comes

to my room

a single lamp lit

I could summon

in my imagination

dancers and angels

lovers and strangers

and so many pretty girls

all waiting for sleep

to take me.

 

But you

are the beauty

I truly want

to fill my dreams.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, but so.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 

 
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Posted by on January 29, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Neophyte

art-by-thomas-saliot

 

Neophyte

.

In the middle of our conversation

my eyes are drawn

to the pale,

translucent skin of your throat,

to the shadowed hollow

and your perfect bones.

.

I am struck blind

by the holiest of visions.

.

Later staring out of the darkness

my fears are stilled

by the soft

remembered curve of your smile,

and the touch of your hand

when once alone.

.

I am sublime 

with glorious religion.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is by no means a new poem of mine, written some years ago and posted here five or six times. But one always adores a neophyte. 

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on January 13, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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