Model

 

I am not a painter

nor sculptor

nor photographer

but she pouts

and poses

and pirouettes

for my pleasure

for my poetry

and for my prose.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

Like Seventeen

 

A pale, fading

March evening

folding in

playing old vinyl

burning patchouli

writing dark poetry

needing your beauty

wanting your body

and feeling like

seventeen

all over again.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

 

Throwing words

 

Friday afternoon

reluctant sun

soft clouds

shy sky.

 

In this room

still and silent

oak desk

blank screen.

 

I am here

throwing words

in the air

hoping they land

as a poem

for you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

I write your name

 

I write your name

secretly

purposefully

in almost black

midnight-blue ink,

elegant and bold

spidery and certain.

 

My pen spills out

dominant desires

staining the page

with my dark longing

marking creamy vellum

as if it was your skin.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

Beyond magic

 

I cannot do justice

to your beauty

nor convey

how compelling

your body.

 

My words have lost

their potency.

 

You are beyond

their magic.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

 

 

Saying your name

 

I keep saying

your name

over and over

because I adore

the taste of you

on my lips,

the feel of you

in my mouth,

the shape of you

on my tongue.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. But there are always some names that have to be said, over and over.

Art by William Oxer

 

 

What is it like?

 

What is it like?

.

What is it like to be with her

hearing her words

knowing her dreams?

What is like to be hers?

.

What is it like to be closer

stroking her hair

holding her body?

What is like to be there?

.

What is it like to be inside

feeling her skin

parting her thighs?

what is like to be in?

.

.

©  the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer

This poem, written by me in my teens, often pops into my head.  Of course, I have no idea what I am thinking about that suddenly brings it to mind…..  Smiles

But here it is – recited by a much older, but sometimes still very inquisitive, me.

Not the first time I have posted it