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Teaching

 

My teaching of you

began

when you realized

you were curious

and aroused

enough

to study

my dark

sexual syllabus.

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.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Dilemma

image-by-jessica-heller

 

I can never decide

whether I prefer rescuing

the scantily clad

tightly bound

damsel in distress

from the railway tracks

or being the wicked villain

who tied her there.

 

The truth is probably

a little of both.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this some years ago.  Always my dilemma.

Photography found on Flickr © Jessica Heller

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Odyssey

 

I have travelled

through myth and legend

fantasy and mystery

storm and rain

sun and shadow

beauty and tears

sex and darkness

to find you

to explore you

to own you

eyes and mouth

hair and throat

breasts and hips

arse and legs

belly and thighs

submissive soul

and clever mind.

You are my odyssey.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, yet true.

Art by Hamish Blakely

 
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Posted by on January 27, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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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 26, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Virtual captivity

 

The power

of his words

a collar

at her throat.

 

The sound

of his voice

a rope

that binds her.

 

The thumb

and forefinger

of his will

a manacle

on her wrist.

 

Her virtual captivity

thrills her.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This post is from some years ago, but always appropriate.

Art by Taras Loboda

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Beyond

 

Only the girl

who wants

beyond the theory

who wants

beyond the poetry

who wants

beyond the possibility

truly discovers

the reality

in me.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on January 21, 2021 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Sixth sense

 

I have a sixth sense

I can recognise

a secret

sexual submissive

as easily

as if it was written

upon your beautiful

forehead.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post but always a true one

Art by William Oxer

 

 
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Posted by on October 21, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Gardener

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Sometimes she thinks he is a priest.

Or a professor, or a doctor, or a therapist.

Sometimes she thinks he is a teacher

or a shaman, or a philosopher, or a guide.

But sometimes she thinks he is a gardener

carefully sowing a decadent seed

a dark idea

a dangerous desire.

that takes root wickedly

and grows wildly

and constantly

inside her

 

until she can think

of nothing else.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago – but a gardener’s work is never done

Photograph by Liliroze Photography

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Mirror

 

She stands before the mirror.

Her reflection is the same and yet she knows something inside herself has changed.  She had expected to see the evidence in the face of the slightly pensive woman staring back at her, but there is none.  Except perhaps a slight blush in her usually pale cheeks.

She raises her chin and flicks her long black hair over her shoulders.  She is aware of a pulse dancing beneath the skin of her throat.  The room is as silent as a church.  She feels holy and profane at the same time. She feels like she did her first day at school.  Excited and afraid, and slightly awed, all at once.

She unties her gown, opens it and lets it fall from her shoulders.  As it glides to the floor it brushes her skin like a soft caress .  She is wearing nothing beneath.

She is not ashamed of her body and yet, even though she is completely alone, she has never felt so exposed.  She interlocks her fingers behind her back and places her feet a shoulders width apart as he has instructed.

It as if she has undressed for him.  In front of him. And yet he is not there.  He cannot see her.  There is no camera running. There are no stills to be taken.  He has simply told her to do this.  He wants no proof that she has complied.

As the allotted minutes tick away she becomes aware that her breathing has quickened.  She can hear the blood pumping steadily through her veins.  Her nipples have hardened and there is a slight but definite ache in her lower belly.  Her mouth is dry.  She knows she is wet.

She has no idea why she has become so aroused.

 

 

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Another rather old post of mine that perhaps deserves to be reposted

Photo discovered on a website without reference to the owner. If it is yours please let me know so I can credit or remove

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Education

 

She thinks

he may know

all the things

she yearns

to know

about the longing

that whispers

so dangerously dark

inside her.

 

She is sure

he will know.

 

She hopes

he will show her.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. But I remain a teacher of such arts.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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