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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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Posted by on May 6, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Like gunfire

 

I absolutely love

the staccato sound

of confident high heels

exploding

like gunfire

across an expensive

expanse

of polished

marble floor

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post is a couple of years old, but I will always love the sound

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on April 25, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Attraction is a mystery

 

Attraction is a mystery

What is it that captures, captivates and compels?

What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?

Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?

Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?

Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?

Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?

Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?

Is it in how good they make us feel?

Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?

Is it that we sense they will complete us?

 

Attraction is a mystery.

Even after all these years I cannot explain it.

But I do know

I am deeply attracted to you

by all of the above.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago. I still don’t know the answer, and probably never will. But I do know what attracts me …

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on March 29, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Pheromone

art-by-william-oxer

 

I can pick up

the merest trace

of your pure

scent

across thousands of miles

across restless seas

across unknown geography.

 

It is such a poignant

potent

puissant

powerful

provocative

persuasive

perfect

pheromone

I am utterly compelled.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this a couple of years ago. ‘I can pick up the merest trace ….’

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 12, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Skin

art-by-omar-ortiz

 

I am in love with skin.

I love the feel of it beneath my finger tips. The heat of it. The smooth texture beneath the ridged whorls of my prints. The beauty, the softness, the glow. The gorgeous glide over muscle and bone. The imperceptible down at the base of the spine. The pucker and berry of nipple. The impossible silk of inner thigh.

I love the scent of it as I breathe in. The individual intimate fragrance. A heady heaven of perfume, pheromone and perspiration. As private and personal as a signature.

I love the taste of it beneath the caress of my tongue. The delicate hints, the slight tang, the subtle shades of flavour that fill my mouth. The unique, eloquent, dark, secret essence of sex.

I am in love with skin.

Your skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This not new. I have posted it three or four times. But I hope you enjoy regardless

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 30, 2019 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Desire is brutal

 

Desire without release is brutal.

It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.

It is a constant ache.

It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.

It steals rational thought.

It refuses to allow peace.

It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.

It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.

Desire without release is brutal.

But relief, when it comes, is heaven.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago, but desire is always brutal.

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Good things

 

Good things

seldom happen

randomly

by chance.

They usually need

more assistance

than just hoping

for divine intervention.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot

 
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Posted by on October 22, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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