Every inch

I sense you.

I feel your warmth. I hear your breathing. I catch a hint of your scent. I can almost taste your skin.

Your presence seems close. Sensual, delicate, compelling, submissive, heavenly.

I imagine touching your face, your throat, your naked shoulders, your exquisite breasts.

Owning you.  Across the miles. The thought thrills me beyond measure.

I will know you completely.

Every word, every breath, every smile, every sigh, every fantasy, every curve.

Every inch of your perfect body.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Omar Ortiz

This is not new. I wrote and first posted it nine years ago. But you might enjoy.

 

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 eight years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And your body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Your skin

I will know

every

sensual

sexual

soft

seductive

sleek

smooth

silky

secret

centimetre

of your

sacred

submissive

skin.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Every inch

I sense you.

I feel your warmth, hear your breathing. I catch a hint of your scent. I can almost taste your skin.

Your presence seems close. Sensual, delicate, compelling, submissive, heavenly.

I imagine touching your face, your throat, your naked shoulders, your exquisite breasts.

Owning you. The thought thrills me beyond measure.

I will know you completely.

Every word, every breath, every smile, every sigh, every fantasy, every curve.

Every inch of your perfect body.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

This is not new. I wrote and first posted it eight years ago. But sometimes it just feels right to post it.

 

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 seven years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it. And her body is my playground …

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Your skin

I will know

every

sensual

sexual

soft

seductive

sleek

smooth

silky

secret

centimetre

of your

sacred

submissive

skin.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but such heaven to explore

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Altar

 

In his dark

D/s religion

she does not know

if he has placed her

atop a pedestal

or laid her

upon an altar

and whether she

is a goddess

or a sacrifice.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but sometimes true

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Every inch

I sense you.

I feel your warmth, hear your breathing. I catch a hint of your scent. I can almost taste your skin.

Your presence seems close. Sensual, delicate, compelling, submissive, heavenly.

I imagine touching your face, your throat, your naked shoulders, your exquisite breasts.

Owning you. The thought thrills me beyond measure.

I will know you completely.

Every word, every breath, every smile, every sigh, every fantasy, every curve.

Every inch of your perfect body.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Omar Ortiz

This is not new. I wrote and first posted it seven years ago. But sometimes it just feels right to post it.

 

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

Art by Omar Ortiz

 

Dreamscape

 

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

 

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Believe me, it will be you.

Art by Omar Ortiz