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Mirror

Art by Francine van Hove

She cannot see herself

as I see her.

Her mirror image rebels.

It dismisses her beauty,

refuses her desirability,

overrules her sensuality,

is cruel to her curves.

She finds herself wanting.

Whereas I

can only stare

and sigh

in awe.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this three years ago. Perhaps it is worth sharing again.

Art by Francine Van Hove

 
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Posted by on August 12, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Good things

 

Good things

do not come

to those who wait.

 

They have all

been taken

by those

who wanted them

enough

to go out

and get them.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but always true

Art by Francine van Hove

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

 

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Between my lines

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I wonder

if you can feel

the ache in my words

the desire in my sentences

the sex in my poetry.

 

I wonder

if you can feel

the you

between my lines.

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.

Not newly written. But can you feel it?

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Born

Art by Francine van Hove

 

She sifts through his poems

studying every nuance

examining every subtext

measuring every sentence

considering every meaning

reviewing every word.

 

She digs ever deeper

for a fragment

of her.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written by me a couple of years ago. But I like it.

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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She has it

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He adores women.

Their curves, their elegance, the softness of their silky skin. The way their bodies sway when they walk, Their sense of humour, their warmth, their generosity, their clear, incisive intelligence.

He adores their hair, their eloquent eyes, the hallowed velvet of their throat, the aching sensuality of their thighs.

He adores their femininity, their courage, their balance, their insanity. The way they talk so intimately amongst themselves.

He adores their resilience, their vulnerability. their anger, their passion, their truth and their lies.

He adores their motherhood, their sisterhood, their sainthood, He adores their independence, their sociability, their ability to survive.

He adores the fact that he finds them all so desperately, outrageously fucking sexy.

And yet there is something. Something that turns adoration into hungry desire.

Something intangible, wild, expressive, beautiful, endearing, submissive, strong and utterly mesmerizing that compels him. Something that captivates him completely.

She has it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Francine van Hove

I originally posted this five years ago.  It is my hymn to women in general. Although when it was written it may well have been for one in particular. And who knows, it might even be for one now.

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Weakness

 

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She has a weakness

for strangers and poets

artists and dreamers

masters and dancers

adventurers and saints

and men

who make her feel

dangerous and safe

at the same time.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago, but sometimes apt.

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on September 27, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Safe

 

When the world

is torn by conflict

starved by greed

betrayed by belief

brutal with hate

it is enough to know

that you,

my angel,

are safe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted two years ago, as true today

Art by Francine van Hove

 
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Posted by on August 21, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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