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Who can explain?

 

Who can explain

attraction

admiration

connection

appeal

fascination

infatuation

enchantment

desire

captivation

temptation

seduction

lust.

 

Who can explain

the magnetism

that draws me close?

 

Who can explain

any of it?

I just know

you turn me on.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written three years ago. Who can explain attraction …?

Art by Marcos Beccari

 
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Posted by on July 17, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her secret

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It is her secret.

It always has been

Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.

A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.

Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.

Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.

Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.

And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and his cock. All used expertly, creatively, unrelentingly,

She has told no one

Until now.

Until him.

It is their secret

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I wrote this five years ago. And I thought ‘why not post (yet) again for those who were not reading me then?’ I hope regulars can excuse the indulgence.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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As Woman

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If I was a grand architect of design.

If I was the master of texture, colour, shape, style and beauty.

If I could mould and fashion and forge personality, intelligence, sensitivity, sensuality, generosity and strength.

If I possessed the perfect, potent power of pure magic

If I was a wild-eyed cosmic genius with a boundless, endless, limitless imagination.

If my creativity dwarfed and humbled every artist, scientist, writer, sculptor and mathematician who had ever graced the planet.

Even if I had dominion over all things

I still could never create a creature

as unique

and as extraordinary

as Woman.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I first wrote and posted this a few years ago – and as every year passes, I know it more. And adore.

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Discovery

 

I did not discover you.

 

Before our eyes met

your existence was already remarkable,

your beauty already exquisite,

your body perfectly defined,

your clever mind full of wonders.

 

I did not discover you.

 

But I like to believe

I did discover

the sublime

sensual

secret

sexual submissive

within.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

Not a brand new post. Yet probably true. Of you.

 

 
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Posted by on August 29, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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From afar

Art by Marcos Beccari

You are a distant land

One I will never reach. Never touch. Never fully claim.

And yet I want to know your geography.

Every inch of your tempting, tender terrain.

I want to uncover your lovely, luscious landscape.

Study you from each perfect, precious, peerless, perspective

Map your marks, covet your curves, lust over your lines, ache for your angles.

I want to discover you,

I want to uncover you

and cover you

with words.

I want to be thrilled by my journey to the very heart of you

adoring you

wanting you

worshipping you

from afar.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

Not a new piece by any means, but perhaps someone will enjoy

 

 

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Filling my summer

Art by Marcos Beccari

Filling my summer

 

The days have lengthened out,

strung from the first stirrings

of tireless birds woken by dawn

to the dark shapes of bats,

soundlessly haunting the dusk.

 

My body has stretched out,

relaxed by the light filled hours,

touched warm by the sun’s rays

and moving easy to the music

of you

filling my summer.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I wrote this about four years ago. It is summer here (though admittedly an unreliable English one) so the poem has emerged once more.

 
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Posted by on August 13, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Who can explain?

 

Who can explain

attraction

admiration

connection

appeal

fascination

infatuation

enchantment

desire

captivation

temptation

seduction

lust.

 

Who can explain

the magnetism

that draws me close?

 

Who can explain

any of it?

I just know

you turn me on.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Who can explain attraction …?

Art by Marcos Beccari

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Her secret

art-by-marcos-beccari

It is her secret.

It always has been

Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.

A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.

Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.

Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.

Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.

And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and his cock. All used expertly, creatively, unrelentingly,

She has told no one

Until now.

Until him.

It is their secret

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I wrote this four years ago. And I thought ‘why not post (yet) again for those who were not reading me then?’ I hope regulars can excuse the indulgence.

 

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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As Woman

art-by-marcos-beccari

If I was a grand architect of design.

If I was the master of texture, colour, shape, style and beauty.

If I could mould and fashion and forge personality, intelligence, sensitivity, sensuality, generosity and strength.

If I possessed the perfect, potent power of pure magic

If I was a wild-eyed cosmic genius with a boundless, endless, limitless imagination.

If my creativity dwarfed and humbled every artist, scientist, writer, sculptor and mathematician who had ever graced the planet.

Even if I had dominion over all things

I still could never create a creature

as unique

and as extraordinary

as Woman.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I first wrote and posted this a few years ago – and as every year passes, I know it more. And adore.

 
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Posted by on September 25, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Miss

 

I do not know

your body’s scent

the fragrance

of your hair

the sweet taste

of your lips

yet I miss them all.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

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

 

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