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Berries

 

Outside

in today’s cold wind

I could not help but think

of you

bound with rope

your exquisite nipples

proud and erect

and as hard

as unripened berries

perfectly defined

against the material

of your dress.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but that time of the year

Art by Willi Kissmer

 
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Posted by on November 17, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her own touch

 

Her own touch

is not his touch

but longing and lust

yearning and need

a dizzying desire

and a wild imagination

have made it so.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, but true.

Art by Steve Hanks

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Long Night

 

They are alone.

No outside sound can disturb this stillness. No alien light can penetrate this darkness.

He touches her skin. She catches her breath.

He moves his slender fingers lightly across her cheek. Over her lips. It tingles like electricity. She parts them the width of a sigh. He feels her breath like a whisper.

He gently strokes the underside of her jaw. Fingers and thumb go either side of her throat. Her pulse is as rapid as the beating heart of a small bird. He squeezes almost imperceptibly. She raises her chin and leans slightly into his hand.

He releases her. With the palest of caresses, he navigates the curve of her breast. He circles the areola, the miniature terrain like braille. He finds her nipple hard and urgent. He teases it. She swears she can feel the raised, complicated whorl of his fingerprint.

Index and thumb again, like a pincer, capture the perfect rosebud. He tugs gently. She moans close to his ear. She is hungry. He tightens his grip. She feels it like fire. It tracks in a line of pure white heat down her belly and deep into the heart of her sex. She is wet. Tighter still and the pain is impossible pleasure. She wants him to stop – but never.

He lowers his mouth onto hers. She gasps into it as another intense wave thrills through her body. She thrusts herself against him. Wishing her hands were free, yet glad they are not. Needing muscle, needing bone, needing his hand, needing his cock to satisfy her delicious, frantic, gorgeous yearning.

There is no light. No sound.

Only them.

And the long night.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A couple of years ago I was going through some of my old words and found this – written around this time six years ago. I like it. I hope you enjoy.

Art by Jeremy Mann

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

 

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I will dress you

 

I will dress you

in chic black

high on the thigh.

Or in virgin white

angel pure.

Or in elegant

expensive

designer gowns.

Or in raw denim

tight as a skin.

Or crisp in cotton.

Or luscious in leather.

Or smooth and sensual

and sleek

in silk.

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I will dress you

in a thousand ways

for the pure joy

of undressing you.

Slowly.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago. Sometimes relevant

Art by Casey Baugh

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Out of the ordinary

 

There are those of us

perhaps like you

and certainly like me

who live our lives

wanting something

more

something dark

and decadent

something wild

and beautiful

something exotic

erotic

and mysterious

something out

of the ordinary.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have published this –  but sometimes we need something out of the ordinary

Art by Ward George

 
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Posted by on October 23, 2019 in Art, D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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Every inch

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I sense you.

I feel your warmth, hear your breathing. I catch a hint of your scent. I can almost taste your skin.

Your presence seems close. Sensual, delicate, compelling, submissive, heavenly.

I imagine touching your face, your throat, your naked shoulders, your exquisite breasts.

Owning you. The thought thrills me beyond measure.

I will know you completely.

Every word, every breath, every smile, every sigh, every fantasy, every curve.

Every inch of your perfect body.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

This is not new. I wrote and first posted it six years ago. But sometimes it just feels right to post it.

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dizzy

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Dizzy with desire

she trails her fingers

from the hollow of her throat

over the yearning ache of her breasts

down the sweet mound of her belly

and between her parted thighs

to her slick and swollen sex.

She imagines they are his fingers

finding her hungry

and wet.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Serge Marshennikov

I have posted this a few times. But felt it could cope with a repost.

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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