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I want you

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I want you.

It is as basic as that.

It is as primal as that.

It is as simple as that.

It is as wild as that.

It is as raw as that.

It is as dark as that.

It is as holy as that.

It is as dirty as that.

It is as true as that.

It is as pure as that.

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

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Pale words

Art by William Oxer

When I see you

all my words

suddenly

seem dull

and pale

and empty.

Yet I wanted

to give you them

so much.

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Posted by on July 4, 2022 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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But will you?

I have been as guilty of it as anyone.

But much less so these days.  Now the shadows are lengthening.

Because there is but one life.  There is no heaven in which to smugly contemplate relentless eternity. There is no hell to somehow face greater suffering. There are no seventy-two virgins with legs spread wide. There is no reincarnation as a deer, or a fox, or someone somehow better.

There is only now.

The years which seemed to stretch out endlessly when we are soft and still to be moulded, constantly gather momentum. Like water rushing out of the basin. Like sand escaping the narrowing hourglass.  Life is so short. Time is so precious.

And yet we waste it.  We procrastinate.  We dither. We make excuses. We pretend to be something we are not rather than act upon who we are. We pretend we are looking for perfection as if it really exists. We fear making mistakes and instead we do nothing.  We hold ourselves back, saving our hearts, bodies, and souls for someday, some person, some event that may never be. Our days pass by with nothing to mark them but the calendar. We always think that there is still tomorrow …

I know I will eventually end my days regretting the women, the times, the joys (and even the sorrows) I did not have far more than I will regret those I had*.

I once told someone that Life is not a Rehearsal.

She did not listen.

But will you?

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* I am certain this thought is stolen from elsewhere, so please do forgive the plagiarism.

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Another unearthing from my archive.

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Posted by on July 1, 2022 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Slow surrender

She is innocent.

Her bold beauty is barely blemished. Her gorgeous body is almost untouched by another’s breath. The gentle pages of her heart are yet to be written.  Her hunger is new and urgent. She longs for something she has yet to discover.
She has purity in her soul.

He is darkness.

He has loved and won and lost his way through enough joy and sorrow to fill the night. He has coaxed forth endless sweet fantasies, elegantly bestowed a thousand decadent pleasures, and administered such breathtaking, delicious torture.
His eyes have seen far beyond the shadows.

Yet there is an ache that binds them. A primeval yearning that sets them apart from all others.

He will sanctify her slow surrender and make them both holy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

More delving in my archives. I like this one.

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Posted by on June 29, 2022 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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You think I am romantic

You think I am romantic.

You read my words and you read ‘love’ into them.

But I hardly ever use the word.

It is too big and too small. Too specific and too universal.

It has been idolized, eulogized, exalted, celebrated, hymned and acclaimed.

It has been hijacked, railroaded, politicized, kidnapped, blackmailed, broken, ruined and whored.

It has been given and taken, lost and found, borrowed and stolen.

It has been used as a reason for everything, an answer for everything, an excuse for everything.

It has been devalued by so many wanting it, by so many selling it.

So I hardly ever use the word ‘love’.

I write of lust, desire, longing, and yearning. Of sensuality, sex and eroticism. Of arousal and excitement. Of seduction and initiation. Of pleasure and pain. Of Domination and submission. Of attraction and infatuation. Of caring. Of nurture. Of adoration. Of friendship. And yes, of romance too.

Because I know exactly what those words mean.

And if I ever write of love – and I sometimes do

I make sure I know exactly

what

and who

I mean.

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Not the first time I have posted this. Still true.

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Posted by on June 26, 2022 in Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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In wait

Sun on my skin

eyes closed

birds singing

insects humming

breeze whispering

and my restless

hungry

Dominant soul

waiting

for you.

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Posted by on June 20, 2022 in D/s, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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Holy sin

Eyes to lips

throat to breasts

belly to hips

arse to thighs

hair to skin.

You are holy.

You are sin.

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Knowing

Art by William Oxer

Naked beneath sheets

in the raven black dark

tapping out poetry

in the glow

of my phone.

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Sensing you

reading me

knowing

I am touching you

calling you

beckoning you

seducing you

to be owned.

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The Call

Sexual submission

is not for the needy

or the lost

or the lonely

or the bored

or the casually curious.

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It is for the independent

intelligent girl

who knows the call

the ache

the yearning

to be owned

and fulfilled

deep in her soul.

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Not new, but endlessly true.

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Addictive dark

Art by William Oxer

When you read me

beyond poetry

beyond fantasy

romantically

sexually

submissively

hot and hungry

you know

you are lost

in my addictive dark.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

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Posted by on May 25, 2022 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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