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Disappointment

 

Disappointment

in others

barely

breaks my skin.

 

But disappointment

in myself

cuts me

to the bone.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on July 24, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something for her

LETIZIA A LA SIESTA

She wishes he would write something for her.

A fantasy of endless, velvet, star-filled skies.

Of a wild, round, luminous moon hanging like a silver lantern. Of a warm, perfumed breeze stroking her hair and tugging gently at her dress.

Of the distant strains of a yearning, lone violin fading and rising through the whispering trees.

Of his hands releasing the pale silk gown from her eloquent shoulders, and it running off her naked body like a caress and falling with a sigh at her feet.

Of her perfect, dangerous, wondrous curves laid out by him on a cool, crisp white linen sheet. Of her arms and legs stretched wide. Of his tongue, his lips, his fingers over every inch of her tingling skin, upon her sensual mouth, her exquisite breasts, and her urgent, swollen, fragrant sex.

Of him filling her with pleasure, with joy, and with himself.

In every way.

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She wishes he would write something for her.

He just has.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this five years ago, and since. Definitely the Romantic side of RD. I am rather fond of it. I hope readers do not mind the repeat

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about four years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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Breathing

 

When I am

low

or lost

or sad

or angry

or alone.

 

When I am

happy

or brave

or wild

or excited

or at peace.

 

Certainly

when I am

aroused

or moved

or inspired.

 

I write.

It is like breathing.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but always true.

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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If I could taste you

 

If I could taste you

Just once.

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Your forehead, your cheek, your throat, the nape of your neck.

The pulse place just below your ears that you touch with scent.

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Your chin, your mouth, your lips, your tongue.

Your fingers, your hands, your wrists.

The soft pale inner part of your arm that sees less sun.

 

Your shoulders, your waist, your ribs.

The sculpted indentation of your elegant spine.

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Your breasts, your areola, your hardening nipples

Beautiful and urgent beneath my soft breath.

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Your toes, your ankles, your shins, your calves

The tender place at the back of your knees,

Your thighs, your hips.

The perfect peach

of your immaculate arse.

 

If I could taste you just once.

Pressing my lips to your exquisite sex.

Letting my tongue glide over your delicate folds.

Pressing my mouth to your desire-slick lips.

Teasing your clit with the tip of my tongue.

 

If I could taste you just once.

I would lose my appetite

for all others.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. Oh, but you ….

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I wrote poems for you

 

I wrote poems for you

.

I wrote poems for you.

Some were bold, burnished, bright.

They praised your beauty, your body.

Burning for your

brilliant mind.

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I wrote poems for you.

Some were sweet, silky, soft.

They were sensual, sexual, seductive.

Seeking to steal

your sacred heart.

.

I wrote poems for you.

Some were yearning, wanting, craving.

They were aching, thirsting, needing,

Longing to draw you

into my arms.

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I wrote poems for you.

But they were just wasted

unwanted words.

You were always

someone else’s girl.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This the fourth outing for this poem written four years ago – no reason for reposting, except that I like it.

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on March 20, 2019 in Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life

 

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A dream of you

 

A dream of you.

Your legs long on impossible heels. The roll and glide and shimmy as you walk.  And turn.  And dance,

A panther poised.

A gorgeous glide.  A sleek and sensual slide.

Your hair like a storm. Your body clutched tight in a sheath of a dress.

Peeled off slow.

Your arms raised.

Waiting for your wrists to be tied.

Your mouth, your lips, your teeth, your tongue, your breath like a warm breeze.

Calling me to rise.

Your perfect peach of a posterior pressed into my belly, into my thighs, into my hungry. bold tumescence.

A dream of you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago. These days I dream of you.

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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