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Germination

 

Once that dark

decadent

dangerous

but oh so delicious

seed

has been planted

in her fertile

creative

intelligent

imagination

it cannot help

but grow.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not the first time I have posted this. But seeds are sometimes planted and grow.

Art by Miles Williams Mathis

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Altar

 

In his dark

D/s religion

she does not know

if he has placed her

atop a pedestal

or laid her

upon an altar

and whether she

is a goddess

or a sacrifice.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but sometimes true

Art by Omar Ortiz

 
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Posted by on January 17, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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In my blood

 

Looking at you

it is impossible

not to see you

on your knees

naked and tied.

 

I cannot help it.

It is in my nature.

It is in my blood.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2020 in D/s, 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 four years ago. But I do like it.

© 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, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, 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 six years ago – the question is sometimes asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I call myself Dominant

Arcade card

 

I call myself ‘Dominant’ because it best describes my sexual orientation, my desire to teach, nurture, protect and direct – and also my tastes and desires – in way that is straightforward and unequivocal.

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

I first posted this four years ago because the arrogant posturing, words, attitudes and expectations of many online wannabe ‘Doms’ made me laugh. They still do.

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2019 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Blessing and a 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 five years ago. I thought it might stand another airing

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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