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Shiver

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A shiver.

A delicious, electric, thrilling shiver.

An ice hot sensation rushing from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.

It hurries to her throat and steals her breath.

It colours her skin with a sudden, rosy, tell-tale blush.

It hardens her nipples as if touched by a kiss

It dances wild across her belly and hips.

It makes her gasp as it tugs at her thighs

It penetrates her sex.

A shiver

Running down her spine

Coming from him.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Yanjun Cheng

A post from three years ago. Yet hopefully it might resonate.

 
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Posted by on June 13, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Over and Over

 

If I had you

over and over

and over

and over

and over

again,

I would still

want you

over and over

and over

and over

and over

again.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Beautiful violence

Art by Annick Bouvattier

There is

a beautiful violence

in the way her hips roll

like thunder

her eyes flash

defiance

and her heels

sound like gunfire

as she walks

across a room.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written last year, but I like it

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
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Posted by on June 3, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something for her

LETIZIA A LA SIESTA

She wishes he would write something for her.

A fantasy of endless, velvet, star-filled skies.

Of a wild, round, luminous moon hanging like a silver lantern. Of a warm, perfumed breeze stroking her hair and tugging gently at her dress.

Of the distant strains of a yearning, lone violin fading and rising through the whispering trees.

Of his hands releasing the pale silk gown from her eloquent shoulders, and it running off her naked body like a caress and falling with a sigh at her feet.

Of her perfect, dangerous, wondrous curves laid out by him on a cool, crisp white linen sheet. Of her arms and legs stretched wide. Of his tongue, his lips, his fingers over every inch of her tingling skin, upon her sensual mouth, her exquisite breasts, and her urgent, swollen, fragrant sex.

Of him filling her with pleasure, with joy, and with himself.

In every way.

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She wishes he would write something for her.

He just has.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this three years ago, and since. Definitely the Romantic side of RD. I am rather fond of it. I hope readers do not mind the repeat

 
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Posted by on May 31, 2017 in Erotica, Still Life

 

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Approval

Lana Del Rey

She studies herself

in the full-length mirror.

She knows that he cannot see her, does not see her, may never see her.

Yet she turns through a three hundred and sixty degrees, Aware of her breasts beneath the shirt, her arse and her thighs, tight in her jeans, the way the morning light touches her skin.

She runs her hands through her hair and lets it fall.

She hopes he likes the way she looks.

And though his eyes may never find her

She still seeks his approval.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Reposted because I can.

Photo of talented and lovely singer/songwriter Lana Del Rey, taken from Pinterest, provenance unknown. If you own copyright I will remove or credit.

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2017 in D/s, Still Life

 

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A darker twist

 

She is naked.

She runs her fingertips along her cheeks and lightly over lips.

So gently that her skin tingles.

She closes her eyes and trails them over her chin, onto her neck and into the hollow of her throat.

They trace a line across her collar bones. She shivers. But she is not cold.

She is surprised to find her skin so sensitive to her own touch.

She parts her thighs. Wide. As wide as she can.

Breathing hard she allows her hands to slide down and cup her breasts.

She slowly circles her areolae with her thumbs, feeling the already erect nipples harden into tight buds.

She strokes herself, exquisite arcs of excitement. She almost becomes lost in the sensation.

She imagines her hands becoming his. She is under his instruction, under his control

She takes each nipple between thumb and forefinger.

She begins to squeeze. Hard.

In her mind she can hear his voice. Soft, deep, dark, commanding, certain.

‘Harder’

She tightens her grip and gasps at the pain. And yet also the pleasure.

She knows she is wet. Very.

His voice again.

‘Harder’

This time she is brutal with herself.

She cries out, yet maintains her vice-like grip.

It is like two electric shocks. Red hot wires running from breasts to belly to sex.

Urgent, sharp, shocking. intense.

Heavenly.

The deep pitch of her arousal takes her breath away.

 

She realizes her fantasies have suddenly taken a darker twist.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

 

 
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Posted by on May 26, 2017 in D/s, Erotica

 

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Addiction

 

Addiction

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The uncaring night will take me

And oppress me with its heat.

Leave me wide-eyed

and sleepless

In a tangle of tortured sheets.

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Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

.

The over bright dawn will find me

And burden me with its hope.

Leave me confused and restless

Tied up tightly in my own rope.

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Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

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The relentless day will trap me

And unsight me with its glare.

Leave me wandering and helpless

Your distance has stripped me bare.

.

Since you became my addiction

I have wanted no one else.

Only to see you dance before me

I have longed for nothing else.

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© 2009 the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 

Past readers of this blog will recognise one of my favourite poems. I wrote it eight years ago in strange circumstances.
These addictions never stop …

 Art by Rainer Auger

 
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Posted by on May 21, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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