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When you’re bored

 

Stretched out

long and lazy

on the sofa

in my study

full of Saturday.

 

Holding a mug

of steaming tea

in one hand

my phone

in the other.

 

Tapping out

these simple words

with my thumb

for me to send

and you to read

when you’re bored.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph taken from the internet – source unknown. If this is yours please let me know and I will credit or remove.

 

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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My early morning

 

My early morning

from dark to day

from slumber to surface

from stretch to shower

from clothes to kitchen

from tea to cereal

from silence to study

from words to music

from prose to poetry.

 

My early morning

is full

with a sense

of you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new – but my early morning is full with a sense of you.

Art by Theo Felizzola

 
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Posted by on February 15, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Something else

 

She is trying to think of something else.

She works, busying herself with things that usually bore her, creating her own session of displacement therapy. She fills her day so that there is no room for idle thought.

At home she urgently flicks through magazines searching for something to steal her attention, even for a moment. She watches TV, trying to lose herself in someone else’s story. At night she closes her eyes tight shut, as if it will help.

But she cannot get the thought out of her head.

This desire to serve, this need to belong, this yearning to be his.

She has felt nothing like it before.  Not for any man, least of all this complete, dark, distant stranger.  Yet there is a familiarity about him, a certainty, a resonance. As if she has always known he would be there.

If she allows her imagination to escape it will swarm at her thighs, ache in her lower belly, and send a flush into her throat.  It will send a delicious tingling down her spine. It will conjure up of a thousand images of her own submission that will make her weak at the knees.

It will make her mouth dry and her sex wet.

She is trying to think of something else.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written six years ago, but I like it. And perhaps there is someone trying to think of something else right now.

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Act dangerously

the-red-umbrella

 

Romantic that I am, I have a softish spot for Valentine’s Day.

(Although the Dominant in me objects strongly).

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year. It sucks.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2019 in Still Life, Uncategorized

 

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Pheromone

art-by-william-oxer

 

I can pick up

the merest trace

of your pure

scent

across thousands of miles

across restless seas

across unknown geography.

 

It is such a poignant

potent

puissant

powerful

provocative

persuasive

perfect

pheromone

I am utterly compelled.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this a couple of years ago. ‘I can pick up the merest trace ….’

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on February 12, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Discovery

art-by-scott-mattlin

 

She wanted to explore the world

and discover something

wild

and dangerous

rare

and exotic

pure

and beautiful

true

and intelligent

raw

and sensual.

 

He showed it all to her

in herself.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted two years ago. Sometimes we have to be shown things about ourselves we cannot see.

Art by Scott Mattlin

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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In the light

 

The silence

in this ancient room

illuminated

by a pale gold

winter sun

caressing fabric

and wood

is profound

almost holy.

 

I close my eyes

and imagine you

caught

in the light

and beautiful.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Christopher Clark

 

 
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Posted by on February 9, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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