I send a kiss
across the miles
for you to choose
where it lands,
for you to feel
my lips
my breath
my desire
my longing
my lust
upon your gorgeous skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a newly written post, but you can choose.
Art by Ryan Swallow
There is no
‘Like’
I long to see
bestowed
upon this untidy
inelegant
tangle
of random words
more fervently
more ardently
more deeply
than yours.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new but true
Art by Dan Witz
She has a weakness
for strangers and poets
artists and dreamers
masters and dancers
adventurers and saints
and men
who make her feel
dangerous and safe
at the same time.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a few years ago, but sometimes apt.
Art by Francine van Hove
Somehow I know
for certain
that I have just
been touched
by an atom
that has been
touched by another
that touched
another
and another
and another
that touched
an atom
that has been touched
by you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a brand new piece – but sometimes I feel I have just been touched
Art by Mia Bergeron
If we touch
across the miles
however softly
however gently
the echo
of the moment
and the ripple
on the surface
will take forever
to fade.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Ralf Heynen
A soft, silent
September Sunday
surrounded
by sunlight
solitude
song
and a strong
seductive
sensual
sexual
sense of you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
Once upon a time
by the sea
where the water
kisses the sand
I held a perfect
salt-bleached shell
to my ear.
The voice I heard
from within
was yours.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photography by Mira Nedyalkova
Not a brand new post. But when I listen again perhaps the voice I hear will be yours.
These days
I write
and you are tangled
in my words.
These days
I work out
and you are pumping
in my blood.
These days
I listen to music
and sense you
in every note.
These days
I watch TV
and lose
every plot.
These days
are full of you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
Her hand fluttered
to her throat
like a wild bird.
He captured it
in the safe cage
of his fingers.
He gazed
into her eyes
and stilled
her fears.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Pascal Chove
