Such a rare
and elegant beauty
as yours
is not found
on airbrushed
photo-shopped
billboards
or covers
of magazines.
.
Nor in the filtered
special-effect
blurred images
on social media.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
She knows his profile by heart.
She knows each carefully crafted word. She has considered every subtle nuance. She has speculated over any real or imagined hidden meaning. She has painted his image in her mind from the palette of his six-sentence self-description.
She places her hands over her eyes, feeling her palms cool on her burning face..
The fantasy has been with her for as long as she can remember. Sometimes it has lain quiet in the cage she has constructed, curled up like a black-as-night wild cat, sleek and inky, muscular and lean. Other times she has felt it stir, aroused by a word, or an image, or a conversation. Or the unmistakable timbre of command in a stranger’s voice.
Its power makes her catch her breath.
And then there are the times when it becomes hungry. It fills her mind with its presence, it gnaws at her throat, claws at her lower belly, and makes her ache between her thighs.
It is prowling now. She is almost deafened by her own heartbeat drumming in her ears, can hear the noisy rushing of her blood through her arteries and veins, knows her imagination is making her wet. Yet her mouth is dry.
She always believed that she could contain it, repress it, restrain it. That it was her own secret fantasy, her eternal longing, her deep, delicious, dangerous desire. She always believed that her deep, dark, unholy need was forever incarcerated inside herself.
And yet this man …
She stares again at the screen. It fills her room with a pale, bluish, ghostly light. She feels possessed.
A simple click will make contact
Her trembling finger hovers over the keyboard.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
An old post, but I like it.
Art by William Oxer
Sometimes
I wonder
if there is still
fire
in these ashes
longing
in this darkness
desire
in this soul.
.
Sometimes
I wonder
if the yearning
is over
the hunger
has gone
and only echoes
live on
in these words.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
Never believe
there is a perfect
moment
that will be
your moment
to use.
.
Something else
somewhere else
someone else
will come along.
.
And the moment
your moment
the moment
you waited for
will have gone
forever.
.
,
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new but always true
Art by William Oxer
Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
His long finger was arrested in its lazy, languid, bored downwards scroll by her image.
A slight intake of breath. An appreciative lift of the eyebrows. A smile. An impossible sense of recognition.
He did not know her, but she seemed familiar.
He studied her face. The eyes, the mouth, the nose, the cheekbones.
He stroked the stubble on his chin, and leaned forward slightly in his chair.
With his eyes closed he imagined her. And he could picture her completely in his head.
He guided the cursor and clicked the ‘follow’ button.
Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, but I like it
Art by William Oxer
The more
she knows
about him
the more
she reads
about him
the more
she learns
about him
the more
curious
she becomes.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – but I like it
Art by William Oxer
Before I knew you
your name
was just
another name.
.
Now
when I see it
or hear it
or read it
or write it
I cannot help
but catch
my breath.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
That secret.
That wild
dark, erotic
sexual fantasy.
The one you conceal
from everyone.
The one you hide
from yourself.
That secret.
.
That secret
is what attracts me
like a magnet
compels me
like a drug
draws me
moth to flame
makes me yearn
for you
to release it
just for me.
That secret.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Written a few years ago. I like it, so another airing. And because you have a secret.
Art by William Oxer
She is drawn
to my dark religion
reads my words
like they are holy
and feels
a heavenly ache
between her thighs.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not brand new writing, but she is drawn
Art by William Oxer
Music and writing
acting and directing
Pilates and exercising
rambling and hiking
exploring and skiing
reading and watching
eating and drinking
driving and meeting
dressing and showering
sleeping and waking
whatever I do
I cannot stop thinking
about you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not brand new. But whatever I do …
Art by William Oxer
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