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Butterfly Net

Pieter Wagemans

Butterfly Net

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She reads him avidly

hungrily

looking for patterns

for answers

for hints

for clues

for oxygen to fuel

the breathless possibility

that she might be ‘she’

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Meanwhile

he chases her soul

with a butterfly net

spun from the best

of his words

to capture her

completely.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pieter Wagemans

This is not new – posted two years ago at least. But I still have the butterfly net somewhere.

 
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Posted by on August 14, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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The girl in the photograph

Felicity Jones by Mark Abrahams

 

The girl in the photograph

The girl in the photograph
is swagger and poise
shyness and hope
uncertainty and strength

The girl in the photograph
is desire and fear
softness and style
fantasy and real

The girl in the photograph
is hunger and joy
knowledge and warmth
rebellion and love

The girl in the photograph
is danger and sex
promise and dreams
intelligence and wild

The girl in the photograph
is not mine
but I wish
she was

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

The photograph here is the stunning English actress Felicity Jones (a long-term crush), and was taken by Mark Abrahams for © GQ Magazine in 2014. Since I posted this a while back she has found much deserved fame in the Star Wars franchise. The poem is not about her.

This is not one of my new ones – I think I first posted it three years ago, but I hope you enjoy. Sometimes I see a girl in a photograph…..

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Wish it

 

If I could wish

hot summer

and you

bare-legged

short dress

high heels

cool room

brass bed

white sheets

hair wild

body mine

then I would

wish it

right now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on August 6, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Sheet

Art by Steve Hanks

Sometimes

she is so taut with desire

that the touch and caress

of the sheet

brushing against her naked skin

causes her to catch her breath

bite her lip

and slide her hands

between her thighs

aching for release.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but ah, that sensation

Art by Steve Hanks

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2017 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Higher

 

There are days

and nights

when you

are in my blood

shooting

through my viens

like caffiene

like alcohol

like cocaine

like adventure

like danger

like everything

that gets me high

but higher.

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.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Victor Bauer

 

 

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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All afternoon

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A cool, darkened room.

Outside the sun is blistering the wooden shutters. Narrow shafts of light sear between the wood, striping the walls and ceiling.

And streaming all over you.

They band your body, striping you cream and coffee coloured

You are naked, face up, on the white-sheeted bed.

You are stretched out in a star shape. Your wrists and ankles are secured to the four corners by ropes through steel D rings on strong black leather cuffs. The bindings permit little movement. No matter how hard you tug and strain against them

You have been here for almost an hour. I have caressed you, kissed you, licked you, stroked you. I have nibbled you, kneaded you, and lightly scratched you. I have teased you with my pin wheel, with a soft brush, with a scarf of silk, and with my twelve stranded flogger, trailed over your skin.

And with two of the dozen toys that I have carefully arranged on the oak bedside table.

I have a vintage Hitachi wand in my right hand. It whirrs rather noisily yet it is a faithful servant. I am applying it expertly to your already swollen and glistening sex. With my left hand I am tugging and pinching your hard-as-berry nipples. Your body is bucking and arching, wanting to push away from the wand’s relentless, dimpled, vibrating touch yet at the same time to thrust yourself against it.

Your breathing is urgent and hard. You are panting and crying, sighing and moaning. I know you are desperate to speak, to shout something at me. But you do not. I have forbidden you words.

Your body is dancing now. Strands of your hair are damp and clinging with perspiration. Your face is suffused and flushed with deep arousal. Your eyes roll back. Your mouth is open.

Your muscles tighten. You shudder. The orgasm reverberates through you.

It is your third climax.

The toy continues to send spasms through you. You make small noises of protestation. I smile. After a while I switch it off and idly but dangerously trail my fingers over your inner thighs.

I consider which device to use next.

Later I will reposition you face down.

Later still I will fuck you. Hard.

I have all afternoon ahead of me.

I am torturing you with pleasure.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Neil Whiteley

I wrote this around this time three years ago. But perhaps new readers will enjoy …

 
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Posted by on July 29, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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Upon your throat

 

I adore

your neck

and shoulders

elegant

exquisite

eloquent

completely bare

save for the cascade

of your hair

and my kiss

upon your throat.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pasquale Picazio

 
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Posted by on July 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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