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Desire is brutal

 

Desire without release is brutal.

It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.

It is a constant ache.

It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.

It steals rational thought.

It refuses to allow peace.

It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.

It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.

Desire without release is brutal.

But relief, when it comes, is heaven.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago, but desire is always brutal.

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Desire is brutal

 

Desire without release is brutal.

It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.

It is a constant ache.

It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.

It steals rational thought.

It refuses to allow peace.

It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.

It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.

Desire without release is brutal.

But relief, when it comes, is heaven.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Skin

Art by Kamille Corry

I am in love with skin.

I love the feel of it beneath my finger tips. The heat of it. The smooth texture beneath the ridged whorls of my prints. The beauty, the softness, the glow. The gorgeous glide over muscle and bone. The imperceptible down at the base of the spine. The pucker and berry of nipple. The impossible silk of inner thigh.

I love the scent of it as I breathe in. The individual intimate fragrance. A heady heaven of perfume, pheromone and perspiration. As private and personal as a signature.

I love the taste of it beneath the caress of my tongue. The delicate hints, the slight tang, the subtle shades of flavour that fill my mouth. The unique, eloquent, dark, secret essence of sex.

I am in love with skin.

Your skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. But I hope you enjoy regardless

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2016 in Still Life

 

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