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at the edge

she waits

half hoping

for a gust of wind

a friendly push

or a sudden

twist of fate.


But only she

can decide

whether to jump

or to hesitate.



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Art by Fabrizio Panattoni

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Posted by on May 1, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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Waiting instruction


She finds herself





for his explicit


for the certainty

of his control,

knowing the way

her body

will respond

with an urgent spike

of naked desire.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but sometimes relevant.

Art by William Oxer


Posted by on April 21, 2019 in D/s, 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.



Originally written this time three 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.


Posted by on January 2, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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The One



He knows no other way

It is simply who he is. The way he has always been.

His earliest erotic fantasies were of control. And of damsels in distress.

And yet also of goddesses and worship.

He loves women. With respect. With admiration. With a deep and endless desire.

He needs to adore and to be adored.

Over the years has taught himself to be a Master of exquisite pleasure and delicious pain. He has known beauty, sensuality and submission beyond words.

But now winter tugs at his coat. He has become lined and grizzled, etched and silver.

The night is long. And his fire burns low.

Yet there is a light. Innocent, pure and holy.

Could she be the one

the one

the one.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this in December a few years ago, and have repeated it before at this time of year. I think I was perhaps feeling a little weary/melancholy when I first penned it. Smiles.

Photo/Art by Helionn on DeviantArt


Posted by on December 31, 2018 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?



I first wrote this five years ago – the question is sometimes asked


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Art by Fabian Perez


Posted by on December 26, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, 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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Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

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


Posted by on December 20, 2018 in D/s, 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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Art by Louis Jover

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


Posted by on December 19, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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