Oh to lay kisses
on your legs
from your elegant calves
to the soft skin
of your inner thighs,
parting your lips
and filling my mouth
with your hungry taste.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
Oh to lay kisses
on your legs
from your elegant calves
to the soft skin
of your inner thighs,
parting your lips
and filling my mouth
with your hungry taste.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
I was born this way.
Beauty enthralls me
intelligence excites me
sexual submission
thrills me.
Control
is at the heart
of my desire.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
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.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
Horses hooves
in the lane
outside my window
sheep bleating
in the field
billowing clouds
white on blue.
.
I sit here
daydreaming
music playing
tea steaming
and a long list
of things to do.
.
And wanting
and wanting
and wanting
you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks. She looks nothing like the wanted one, but it is a lovely painting.
Not until
you are swollen
tumescent
engorged
flushed
full
hot
wet
and slick
is your fruit
ripe enough
sweet enough
and ready
for me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
I am not a holy man.
But I will touch your brow
as you kneel before me.
I will whisper a prayer
to your beauty
and your body.
.
I am not a holy man.
But I will hear your confession
in the sacred darkness.
I will sing a hymn
to your sweet heart
and submissive soul.
.
I am not a holy man.
But I will place my hands upon you
and anoint you with oil.
I will bless the moment
of your conversion
that carried you
here to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
This piece is perhaps half a dozen years old – I am still not a holy man
When winter
has settled in
it is hard
to believe
in summer
and the taste
of sunshine
on your skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by the late Steve Hanks
You have ruined
my box of words.
None of them
are good enough.
None of them
are adequate.
None of them
can do you justice.
.
My nouns
are neutered,
my adjectives
are absent,
my verbs
are without value.
.
I have run out
of metaphors
similes
and superlatives.
.
You have ruined
my box of words.
How can I
describe you now?
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but probably relevant.
Art by the late Steve Hanks
Oh to lay kisses
on your legs
from your elegant calves
to the soft skin
of your inner thighs,
parting your lips
and filling my mouth
with your hungry taste.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
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