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Let her hands

 

She has let her hands

wander all over

her body

as if they belonged

to a lover

to a writer

to a teacher

to a priest

to an angel

to the devil

to her Master.

As if they belonged

to a stranger.

As if they belonged

to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But always new.

Art by Patrice Murciano

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Prophecy

Art by Casey Baugh

 

She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

 

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

 

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2018 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Change me

 

You might

charm me

seduce me

engage me

.

You might

excite me

enchant me

delight me

.

You might

thrill me

bewitch me

amaze me

.

You might

inspire me

arouse me

inflame me.

.

But you will

never ever

change me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new. But always true.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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The Call

 

Sexual submission

is not for the needy

or the lost

or the lonely

or the bored

or the casually curious.

 

It is for the independent

intelligent girl

who knows the call

the ache

the yearning

to be owned

and fulfilled

deep in her soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but endlessly true.

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Anywhere

 

If it had been a bar

A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.

Or a party.

A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.

Or on a busy street.

A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.

Or in a thousand and one other places.

An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.

If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected. disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.

I would still have found you

and wanted you

so badly.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Written about three years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting.

 
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Posted by on May 13, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Reading Shakespeare

 

I approach life

and love

as if reading

Shakespeare,

becoming lost

in the Tragedies,

laughing

with the Comedies,

and ignoring

the Histories.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last year but always true.

Art – Poster from the film Shakespeare in Love © Universal Pictures 1998

 
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Posted by on May 6, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Baring skin

 

I adore

the soft

slow

sensual

sound

the tongue

of the zipper

makes

tantalizingly

releasing teeth

and baring skin

as you

undo

your dress.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but oh that sound ….

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
 

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