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Wet

Artist Philipp Weber

I think of you

wet

from the bath

from the pool

from the rain

from the shower

from the sea.

I think of you

wet

because of me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Philipp Weber

 
 

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Raw with it

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from a comment

a ‘like’

a ‘heart’

a reblog

or a retweet.

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from an expression

a smile

a stare

in a photograph.

I can usually sense

a sexually submissive soul

in this cyber world

from a certain

distinctive

specific

scent.

You are raw with it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this – but sometimes so true.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Scent

Somehow

across the miles

I catch

your distant scent

and imagine you

close

your movements

your breathing

your laughter

your eyes

shining

the silk of your hair

the taste

of your warm skin

in my mouth.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but I like it. Sometimes there is a scent …

Art by Daniel del Orfano

 
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Posted by on July 19, 2021 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Her body

Her Body

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Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

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Her body is my canvas

A perfect page on which to paint my words,

to daub my prose,

to scratch my spidery, inky, dangerous poetry.

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Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written seven years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And her body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on July 9, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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I want you

Art by William Oxer

I want you.

It is as basic as that.

It is as primal as that.

It is as simple as that.

It is as wild as that.

It is as raw as that.

It is as dark as that.

It is as holy as that.

It is as dirty as that.

It is as true as that.

It is as pure as that.

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

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Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on July 5, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Prophecy

Art by Casey Baugh

She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written five years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

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

 

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Shiver

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A shiver.

A delicious, electric, thrilling shiver.

An ice hot sensation rushing from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.

It hurries to her throat and steals her breath.

It colours her skin with a sudden, rosy, tell-tale blush.

It hardens her nipples as if touched by a kiss

It dances wild across her belly and hips.

It makes her gasp as it tugs at her thighs

It penetrates her sex.

A shiver

Running down her spine

Coming from him.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A post from seven years ago. Yet hopefully it resonates.

 
 

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Aroma

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There are fragrances I adore

Red wine and the earthy aroma of a mature Rioja. Pepper, smoke, leather, pencil lead, tobacco and oak.

The pungent, salty, briny, fishy, seaweed, damp sand, ozone smell of a small working harbour when the boats have returned with their silver, flapping catch.

Patchouli, and musk and sandalwood, and the magical promise of marijuana, reminding me of stoned nights lost in music and poetry.

A garden awash with flowers, wisteria, alyssum, gardenia, magnolia, sweet pea, jasmine and glorious rose.

The smells redolent of summer and my childhood – new-mown hay, cotton candy, melting tar, honey, horses, chlorine, cinnamon, chocolate, the drifting smoke of a barbecue.

And others too – coffee beans roasting, peaty Irish whiskey, wild garlic, the evening after the rain and storm, and the familiar breath of home when I open the door.

The rich leather of cuffs, collar and blindfold, whips and flogger

And most of all, woman.

A thousand fragrances, every body different. Her fresh washed hair, her make up creams and oils. Her sweet perspiration. Her soft breath. Her purchased perfume made unique when it meets the personal aroma of her warm skin

And that heady, wondrous, eloquent, wild, delicate scent

of pure arousal

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

For compilation reasons, I am still delving amongst some of my past and almost forgotten writings. This one is still so very true.
 
Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on June 28, 2021 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Stare

I devour you secretly with my eyes.

I am hungry for your presence, ravenous for your beauty.

I want to take you in whole.  One magnificent glorious vista, one gorgeous portrait, one high-definition-full-resolution-never-fading screen capture for my memory. Such divine visual food to somehow satisfy this desperate, aching desire.  To help sustain me when you are gone.

Then I want to take you piece by piece,  An inch at a time.  An eye, a nail, a lock of hair, the lobe of an ear….

Yet I hardly have such control.  I take your lips, your mouth, your nose, the hollow of your throat, the elegant swell of your delicious breasts, a wrist, an ankle, an arm, the heavenly architecture of your thighs….

I have swallowed you whole again.

My eyes devour you like a starving man, made weak by famine, who has no sight of his next meal.

I try not to stare.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I dig around among old posts. I am surprised how apt and fresh some of them are.

Art by William Oxer

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

 

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The show has begun

She is shy.  She has never done anything like this before.

She has rehearsed it so often that the music has become a soundtrack to these last few nervous days.  It plays in her mind from the moment sleep releases her until she slides back into its arms. Perhaps it echoes through her dreams. She knows every persistent drumbeat, every smooth chord, every deep bass note, every sweet moan of hungry, dirty brass.  She has her timings to the second.

She has tried to imagine this moment, tried to prepare herself for how she would feel.

Now, standing before the video camera, she realises that she could never have readied herself.  Not for this intimate moment, her hushed room, this distant audience of one.  Her mouth is dry, her heartbeat is wild and loud, her legs are weak.  She is finding it hard to breathe.

She smooths her hands down her dress.  They slide over her waist and onto her hips.  She is desperately nervous. She is blushingly embarrassed.  She is impossibly excited.

She is achingly aroused.

She presses a button on the slim, black remote and the music begins.  The first notes are soothingly familiar and disturbingly erotic.

Despite herself, she begins to sway into her routine. She feels her hips move.   As if by magic her body becomes lithe and sinuous.  She is seductive, sexy, sensuous.

She knows he will watch her.  Again and again.

Her hands glide over her breasts, caressing herself. Her fingers reach behind for the metal tongue of the zipper.

The show has begun.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

For various reasons, I was sifting through my past writings last year. I discovered this one, and it made me smile. I thought new readers might like it.

Art by William Oxer

 
 

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