My teaching of you
began
when you realized
you were curious
and aroused
enough
to study
my dark
sexual syllabus.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
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No one will do
When it comes
to my wanting
a pure
potent
powerful
perfect
paradise,
a peerless
sans pareil
playground
of sexual pleasure,
I am positive
no one will do
but you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a couple of years ago, but no one will do …
Art by William Oxer
Any other
It began like any other game.
She had read his words. The heady mix of romance, ropes and respect. Of dominance, decadence and desire. Of longing, lust and leather. Of sex, service and submission. Of poetry, pain and pleasure.
It was an attractive, compelling and perhaps dangerous drug.
Yet she knew she could handle it. The geographic distance would keep her safe. The lack of a physical connection would be an antidote to its power. The absence of the carnal would diminish its dominion.
She placed the collar about her throat. She could feel the urgent pulse in her neck whispering a warning. She smiled bravely into the eye of the camera.
She could control it.
But now she aches. A deep, persistent hunger that cannot be satisfied by fingers or phallus.
The geographic distance has become her prison, the lack of physical connection is her torturer, the absence of the carnal is the rack upon which her yearning body is stretched day and night. She wants him.
She will do everything he instructs, and more. Always more. Yet it will never be enough. Not for her.
It began like any other addiction,
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I found this in my considerable pile of writings while looking for something else. It feels as relevant as the day it was written.
Painting by William Oxer
Only adores …
He admires
beauty
respects
intelligence
is warmed
by wit
is thrilled
by sensuality
but only adores
what he owns.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
Against my skin
On coal-black nights
like these
when only desire
burns bright
I wish I knew
a secret spell
to summon you
sensual
silk
smooth
and soft
against my skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
There are always such nights
Art by William Oxer
I am not an artist
I am not an artist.
I have not the talent
the commitment
the creativity
or the eye.
I am not an artist
but I will paint
your beauty
and body
in words
so you can read
how much
I adore you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new. But true.
Art by William Oxer
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 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.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written eight years ago, but I like it. And perhaps there is someone trying to think of something else right now.
Art by William Oxer
Pheromone
I can pick up
the merest trace
of your pure
submissive 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.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this several years ago. ‘I can pick up the merest trace ….’
Art by William Oxer
Tell me
Tell me
your dreams.
Tell me
your needs.
Tell me
your fantasies.
Tell me
all the things
that touch
you deep.
Tell me
the you
that aches
to be found.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
I polish
I polish
and buff
and burnish
and shine
every word
every phrase
every sentence
every line
to attract you
to intrigue you
to enchant you
to seduce you
and make you
mine.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not brand new, but I do.
Art by William Oxer
