Breeze

The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.

.

I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written on a breezy day

Art by Loui Jover

 

Breeze

The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.

I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Loui Jover

 

Act dangerously

Romantic that I am, I have a softish spot for Valentine’s Day.

(Although the Dominant in me objects strongly).

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year. It sucks.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.

 

No compromise

I adore your beauty.

it is pure, eloquent, exquisite.

.

I adore your body.

it is rare, elegant, immaculate.

.

I adore your mind.

It is sharp, creative, intelligent.

.

I adore you utterly.

.

But there will never be

any compromise

in my control

my direction

or my discipline.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 

Blessing and a curse

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint, pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Loui Jover

I wrote this time of year seven years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 

Breeze

The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.

I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but once again I am pressed for time, and there is a breeze blowing, and I think of skirts, and thighs.

Art by Loui Jover

 

Act dangerously

 

Romantic that I am, I have a softish spot for Valentine’s Day.

(Although the Dominant in me objects strongly).

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year. It sucks.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.

 

No Compromise

 

I adore your beauty.

it is pure, eloquent, exquisite.

.

I adore your body.

it is rare, elegant, immaculate.

.

I adore your mind.

It is sharp, creative, intelligent.

.

I adore you utterly.

.

But there will never be

any compromise

in my control

my direction

or my discipline.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted before, but always true

Art by Loui Jover

 

Blessing and a curse

 

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Louis Jover

I wrote this time of year six years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 

Breeze

 

The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.

 

I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but once again I am pressed for time, and there is a breeze blowing, and I think of skirts, and thighs.

Art by Loui Jover