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Wow

 

Sometimes

I search through all my words

considering each for suitability

trying to find one

specific, precise, perfect

fit for purpose

that captures my emotion

provides description

yields illumination

offers reflection

delivers perspective

but when it comes

to you

all I can say is

‘wow’

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago  – but every now and then all one can say is ‘Wow’

Photograph taken from the internet without source details – if this belongs to you please let me know and I will give you as a credit or remove.

 
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Posted by on July 16, 2018 in Still Life, Poetry

 

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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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An incitement to rape?

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I have published this post three times before, but it feels like a good time to post it again.

 

First posted September 1st 2015

Sometimes I get serious

It seems an ageing female rock star recently suggested in an interview with one of our sad excuses for a serious newspaper that women/girls who dress provocatively should expect to be molested – or worse – by men.

I can only believe she was misquoted – I haven’t read the article so I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

But let me be quite clear.

What a woman or girl wears is entirely her business. It can be sexy and revealing. It can be wild and kinky, It can be ‘slutty’ and sultry. It doesn’t matter. It is entirely her choice. It is her choice to make without fear of harassment, without threat of misogyny, without the danger of some sad prick believing it justifies any attention at all beyond silent admiration.

How a woman acts is equally up to her. If she wants to be a vamp. a princess, a tease, or a kitten she can. If she wants to get, drunk, stoned, utterly out of her mind it isn’t a cry for some mindless moron to take advantage of her, or see it as a come-on, or as an excuse to say she has got it coming to her.

So if you are a man who has so little control of himself that he thinks every scantily clad girl acting outrageously gives him the right to force himself on her, then I would suggest chemical castration is probably too good for you.

And if you are a woman who looks down your nose at someone of your own sex who exercises the freedom to be herself, or thinks that girls bring it on themselves, then all you are doing is colluding with the apes.

In a case of rape (or sexual assault) the woman or girl is never, ever at fault.  Even if she changes her mind at the very last minute, that is her prerogative, her choice, her right.  If a man ‘cannot stop himself’ then he is no more than an animal and deserves to be treated like one.

There is never, repeat never, any justification for rape, nor can any action by a woman be considered as incitement.

 

At some point I shall give my perspective on those who bleat and argue that ‘immodesty among women is against our religion, or is not part of our culture’. Attacking that misogynist, hypocritical, bullying shit deserves a whole post to itself.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo taken from Pinterest. Unsure of source. If it is yours please let me know and I will remove or credit.

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2018 in Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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Carpe Diem

 

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These brave and uncharted days

hold a perfect promise

of such delicious decadent discovery,

of such sheer sensual satisfaction,

of such thrilling fulfilment of fantasy,

of such wild abandon,

of such unburdened joy.

 

Let us surrender

to their sensual rhythm.

Let us give ourselves up

to the magic of their moments

Let us yield

to the endless ache within.

 

For you and I

my beautiful friend

will never, ever

pass this way again.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted two years ago – but there is always a day to be seized

Art by Marius Markowski

 

 
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Posted by on July 13, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Who can explain?

 

Who can explain

attraction

admiration

connection

appeal

fascination

infatuation

enchantment

desire

captivation

temptation

seduction

lust.

 

Who can explain

the magnetism

that draws me close?

 

Who can explain

any of it?

I just know

you turn me on.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Who can explain?

Art by Marcos Beccari

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Over Everything

 

Sometimes a song just gets its hooks into you and won’t let go.

This collaboration between Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile is one of those. I adore it. It is full of laid back warmth, gentle good humour, and intelligence. The guitar playing is superb. And their voices go together magnificently.

The song is simply a celebration of music. It makes me feel good.

The video, transposing their voices is witty. And I have to admit I find Courtney Barnett wonderfully sweet.

If you like this, do check them out separately and together. They both make music for grown ups. This track is off their 2017 joint album ‘Lotta Sea Lice’.

(this has been another of my ‘songs I like, but you might not know’ series)

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‘Over Everything’ © written mainly by Kurt Vile and partly by Courtney Barnett and performed by Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile

This post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Over Everything

When I’m all alone on my own by my lonesome
And there ain’t a single ‘nother soul around
I wanna dig into my guitar bend a blues riff that hangs
Over everything
When I’m by myself and it’s daytime cuz down-under
Or wherever it is I live when it’s evening
You know I speed-read the morning news
and come up with my own little song also
…too
When I step outside to a beautiful morning
Where the trees are all waggin’, my hair-flag waving
The scenery ragin’, my life/love cascading, and the smog hangs
Over everything
When I’m outside in a real good mood
You could almost forget bout all the other things
Like a big old ominous cloud in my periphery
Don’t wanna talk about it
Simultaneous I shout it
When I was young I liked to hear music blarin’
And I wasn’t carin to neuter my jams with earplugs
But these days I inhabitate a high-pitched ring over things
So these days I plug em up
When I’m strugglin with my songs I do the same thing too
And then I crunch em up in headphones, cause why wouldn’t you?
You could say I hear you on several levels at high decibels
Over everything
When I’m all alone on my own by myself
And there and another single one around I wanna dig into my guitar,
bend a blues riff that hangs…
Over everything
 
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Posted by on July 11, 2018 in Music

 

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Scent

 

Somehow

across the miles

I catch

your distant scent

and imagine you

close

your movements

your breathing

your laughter

your eyes

shining

the silk of your hair

the taste

of your warm skin

in my mouth.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but I like it

Art by Daniel del Orfano

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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