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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.

.

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 five years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it.

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
2 Comments

Posted by on July 6, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her body

 

Her Body

.

Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

.

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.

.

Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it.

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
2 Comments

Posted by on July 5, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her body

 

Her Body

.

Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

.

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.

.

Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago, and repeated.  But you might have missed it. And her body is a playground.

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
2 Comments

Posted by on July 2, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her Body

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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.

.

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.

.

Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rob Hefferan

I wrote this two years ago. But you might have missed it.

 
8 Comments

Posted by on July 6, 2016 in D/s, Poetry

 

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Her body

pict0375

 

Her Body

 

Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.

 

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.

 

Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Henry Asencio

I wrote this a year ago. But you might have missed it.

 
20 Comments

Posted by on July 8, 2015 in D/s, Poetry

 

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