Name

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

 

Berries

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 that time of the year

Art by Willi Kissmer

 

And then

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 a few years ago – and then there was you.

Art by Peter Worswick

 

Inch by Inch

I am the poetic cartographer

of your sacred body.

I will discover you

and map you,

explore you

and draw you,

observe you

and describe you,

chart you

and render you

adored

inch by perfect inch.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Posted originally five years ago. But I like it because it is what I do.

Art by Javier Arizabalo

 

Friendly ghosts

I like to think

the many ghosts

that share these

four hundred year old

ironstone walls

and shelter beneath

this grey slate roof

smile indulgently

at my romantic words

and my dark

dominant ways.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Written a couple of year ago. The ghosts are still friendly.

Photograph found on the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please let me know and I will remove or give credit.

 

Enchantment

I do not know the sorcery of attraction.

I only know its magic, its chemistry, its compelling, demanding, irresistible force

I only know it by the mane of hair, the eloquent eyes, the sensual lips

I only know it by the elegant shoulders, the exquisite breasts, the perfect legs

I only know it by the sweetest voice, the lightest wit, the purest heart.

I do not know the sorcery of attraction

I only know the shape

of its enchantment

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Casey Baugh

 

Lust

What I feel for you

might be lust

but it is pure

unadulterated

creative

admiring

adoring

enduring

once-in-your-lifetime

lust.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Aydemir Saidov

 

How?

How could you

have walked

talked

danced

sung

ate

drank

breathed

worked

smiled

slept

laughed

loved

existed

in this world

without me

somehow knowing

of your presence?

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

This was written a while ago – yet I ask the question.

Art by Nathalie Picoulet

 

A goddess

The perfect

naked glide

from breasts

to waist

to hips

curve and line

beyond divine.

A goddess

before my eyes.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Laszlo Gulyas

 

She is drawn

She is drawn

to my dark religion

reads my words

like they are holy

and feels

a heavenly ache

between her thighs.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new writing, but she is drawn

Art by William Oxer