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Paris

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

.

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

.

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

.

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

.

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

.

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

.

I am sprawled

loose-limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

.

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Not new  – but a favourite

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
2 Comments

Posted by on February 16, 2023 in Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Paris

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

.

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

.

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

.

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

.

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

.

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

.

I am sprawled

loose-limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

.

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
3 Comments

Posted by on February 7, 2022 in D/s, Erotica, Music, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Paris

 

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

 

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

 

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

 

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

 

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

 

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

 

I am sprawled

loose-limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

 

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this around this time two years ago. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
10 Comments

Posted by on February 2, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Paris

 

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

 

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

 

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

 

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

 

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

 

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

 

I am sprawled

loose-limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

 

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this around this time last year. But I like it so I am inflicting it upon readers again.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
8 Comments

Posted by on February 2, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Paris

 

Winter in England

afternoon giving way

to evening

filling the windows

of this ancient room

with darkness.

 

Yet for this moment

I am not here.

 

I am playing scratchy

smoky

sensual

haunting

French jazz

on my turntable.

 

I can almost smell

the Gauloises

and the Chanel.

 

I can almost hear

Pigalle

bursting with life

outside my window.

 

I can almost imagine

you and I

somehow both

transported

to a Paris summer.

 

I am sprawled

loose limbed and easy

in an old leather chair

drinking wine.

 

And you are dancing

and shedding clothes

and blowing me kisses

while I

smiling

enchanted

enraptured

adoring

applaud.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
10 Comments

Posted by on February 1, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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