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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

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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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Waiting instruction

 

She finds herself

waiting

aching

longing

yearning

for his explicit

instruction,

for the certainty

of his control,

knowing the way

her body

will respond

with an urgent spike

of naked desire.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but sometimes relevant.

Art by William Oxer

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

 

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Giving herself up

 

She feels sacred

she feels profane

she will give herself up

holy and heathen

pure and dirty

to his gently romantic

darkly erotic

sexual religion.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2020 in D/s, politics, Still Life

 

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Flown past

 

I have been reading

our past

our dim distant past

captured like photographs

running like video clips

repeating like gifs

fading on pages

that were new

at the time.

 

I have been reading

backwards and forwards

endless conversations

desires and wishes

tears and kisses

endings and silence

promises

to remember

and to never forget.

 

I have been reading

when I should have

been writing.

 

I have been reading

and the time

has flown past.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this around this time two years ago.  It was a reflective time then, and it is now. So I have posted it again.

Art by Jeremy Mann

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2020 in D/s, Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Butterfly emerging

 

I have always been drawn to innocence

The girl who has never explored the longing, the yearning, the ache. The woman who has never allowed her desires to surface. The girl has never articulated the wanting within. The woman who has never let her caged animal escape.

She might be alone or partnered. She could be eighteen or fifty. She might be a mother, a student, a captain of industry, a writer, an artist, an everyday goddess, or perhaps all of these things.

But she will be a virgin to sexual submission

And I know there are those that might accuse me of wishing to take innocence and corrupt it, manipulate it or use it. I cannot deny the possibility that there might be such elements in my actions. We are complex creatures, we humans, and there is seldom only one single motivation.

Yet I know that the desire to teach, to instruct, to motivate, to mentor, to guide and to protect is at the very heart of my attraction towards the wide-eyed, the inexperienced, and those seeking something more.

And ultimately there is nothing more arousing, more moving, more gratifying, more lovely, more intense than watching a beautiful, exotic, sensual, erotically empowered butterfly emerging from the cramped chrysalis of her long-hidden sexual submission.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a new post. Yet such emergence is beautiful.

Art by Emilia Wilk

 
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Posted by on January 30, 2020 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Beyond my words

 

Beyond my words

there is a dark world.

 

A fantasy

a mystery

an ecstasy.

 

A reality

of pleasure

and pain.

 

Beyond my words

you belong

to me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2020 in D/s, 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 a few years ago, but always appropriate.

Art by Taras Loboda

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2020 in D/s, 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 22, 2020 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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