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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 two or three of times. But I hope you enjoy regardless

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2018 in Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dark Priest

Dark Priest

 

I will be your dark priest.

You will confess your most intimate, most sensual,  most erotic, most sexual desires.

You will confide your deepest hidden sacred secret wishes,

your yearning, your lust, your longing.

You will tell me your wildest darkest decadent fantasies.

I will make them pure.

I will make them holy.

I will make them real.

I will give them flesh.

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Originally written this time two years ago. But I do like it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph taken from Pinterest. Provenance unknown. Please let me know if yours and I will credit or remove.

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Nothing but scent

art-by-rob-hefferan

 

I will take you

to the Ball.

You will wear

your scarlet lipstick

your highest heels

your best pearls

your most elegant dress

and nothing but scent

underneath.

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I posted this around this time at the end of December last year. It seems fitting for the approaching New Year’s Eve.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Rob  Hefferan

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

 

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Nature or Nurture

She asks herself the question over and over again.

How could he tell from a photograph, a handful of posts, a dozen seemingly innocuous online messages?

What was it about her that had made him so certain, so confident, so sure?

How can he write himself into her head, into her heart. How can he read what she is thinking? How can he see so deep inside her. Every secret. Every wish, Every desire.

And how does he make her body react in the way that it does. Sometimes despite herself.

And where did this overpowering urge to please him come from?

Is it her nature?

Or his nurture?

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I first wrote this four years ago – the question is often asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Chord

A magical

terrifying chord

has been played

deep inside her.

It reverberates

through her body

and sends a wild

deep, dark

delicious shiver

down her spine

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I posted this two years ago and have just found it while looking for something else. Sometimes the chord is played.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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No stranger to beauty

 

Art by Omar Galliani

 

No Stranger to Beauty

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I am no stranger to beauty

It has thrilled me,

haunted me,

betrayed me,

pursued me,

evaded me.

It has danced wild with me

Through soft, velvet night.

It has lain gentle with me

In the quiet, silver dawn.

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I am no stranger to beauty.

It has inspired me,

Calmed me,

Enraged me,

Tortured me,

Chained me.

It has walked easy with me

On golden summer days.

It has danced only for me

With urgent promise in its eyes.

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I am no stranger to beauty.

But yours …

Brown eyed

And naked.

Pale skinned

and perfect.

Has taken my breath away.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I must admit to having favourites. This is one of mine. I hope that those who are kind enough to read me (and listen to me) regularly will forgive my repeating it yet again. For beauty.

Art by Omar Galliani

 
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Posted by on December 18, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Blessing and curse

 

Art by Loui Jover

There are a hundred reasons.

Perhaps more.

Why you might long to be sexually owned.

Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.

Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else

Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.

Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.

Yet one thing is certain.

If it is true, and raw, and deep.

If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.

If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…

Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.

No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.

Or how often you indulge its persistent power.

It is a blessing

and a curse.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Louis Jover

I wrote this time of year three years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 16, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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