The more
she knows
about him
the more
she reads
about him
the more
she learns
about him
the more
curious
she becomes.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – but I like it
Art by William Oxer
The more
she knows
about him
the more
she reads
about him
the more
she learns
about him
the more
curious
she becomes.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – but I like it
Art by William Oxer
Naked women
are ubiquitous on the web.
Complete strangers,
they never raise
my pulse
or catch my eye
or inspire me
or attract me
or seduce me
or excite me
or cause me to follow
or like
or connect.
.
Naked women
are ubiquitous on the web
They do nothing for me.
But the mere thought
of you
undressed
does everything,
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by J Dunster
She asks herself the question over and over again.
How could he tell from a photograph, a handful of posts, a dozen seemingly innocuous online messages?
What was it about her that had made him so certain, so confident, so sure?
How can he write himself into her head, into her heart? How can he read what she is thinking? How can he see so deep inside her? Every secret. Every wish, Every desire.
And how does he make her body react in the way that it does? Sometimes despite herself.
And where did this overpowering urge to please him come from?
Is it her nature?
Or his nurture?
.
.
I first wrote this nine years ago – the question is sometimes asked
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Fabian Perez
My dreams
are often filled
with shadows
thin echoes
sad whispers
fading ghosts.
.
But sometimes
they are filled
with dancers.
Beautiful
elegant
sensual
dancers.
.
Perhaps tonight
you will dance
for me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
I wrote this a few years ago, but I like it, so I have posted it again
Art by Mark Spain
Oh to lay kisses
on your legs
from your elegant calves
to the soft skin
of your inner thighs,
parting your lips
and filling my mouth
with your hungry taste.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
Your distant presence
curls around me
like smoke
like liquid
like ivy
like a cat
like a dancer
like a lover
your exquisite body
finding
the perfect fit.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not a brand new post – but I like it. And the feel of your distant presence.
Photography by Klaus Kampert
A dark, dense
unforgiving night
is stalking
this ancient house.
Its blackness
has seeped through
the leaded windows
invaded the room
stolen the light
and touched my eyes.
Only your beauty
can unblind me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – I have posted this before – but only your beauty can unblind me.
Photograph by Becca Brown – ‘The Lost Night’
Before I knew you
your name
was just
another name.
.
Now
when I see it
or hear it
or read it
or write it
I cannot help
but catch
my breath.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
Outside
in today’s cold wind
I could not help but think
of you
bound with rope
your exquisite nipples
proud and erect
and as hard
as unripened berries
perfectly defined
against the material
of your dress.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, but it is that chilly time of the year.
Art by Willi Kissmer
I thought
I had become
immune to beauty
indifferent to sexy
unmoved by submission
unstirred by intelligence
unexcited by control
untouched by desire
unaffected by dance
and then
there was you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Written some years ago – and then there was you.
Art by Peter Worswick
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