Name

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 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

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

 

Whatever I do

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

 

What he has done to her

She does not know what he has done to her.

She studies her face in the mirror. She wonders if others can see the hunger in it.  She wonders if she is betrayed by the wild, yearning look in her eyes. She is certain that she is wearing her lust like a badge.

She brushes her finger tips lightly across her lips. It sends an electric jolt through her body. A lay-line of desire that tingles from breast to belly to thighs.

It fully reawakens the ache inside her. She almost gasps at the intensity of it. A certain, steady, endless throb. Impossible to ignore. A ball of longing that radiates from her burning sex to every part of her being. Her skin reacts to any touch. Even the brush of her clothes makes her dizzy with need.

Its urgency overwhelms her. As it does every distracted day. Every tortured night. There is no respite even when she sleeps. Her dreams are a decadent tangle of limbs, whips and ropes, desperate mouths, probing tongues and deep penetration.

She can bear it no more. She is on her knees. She lets her fingers trail across her cheek, down her neck. She imagines she is in his hands. She takes her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezes until she gasps. Pain and pleasure. His religion.

She finds herself slick, wet and swollen. She rubs herself roughly. Brutally. Savagely. The pure heat of her arousal shocks and thrills her.

Her climax is violent. It rips and tears through her. Her body shudders and dances erratically. She is engulfed by it and yet still somehow manages to keep her fingers working. Both hands. Forcing herself onwards. The way he would do.

The next tidal wave is unstoppable. It drowns her. She is breathless, exhausted, trembling. Weak, Helpless. She has no strength left. She collapses. She sobs and laughs and shakes her head in amazement.

She does not know what he has done to her.

But she hates it.

And she loves it.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

You can call it

You can call it

a deep crush

or a lasting lust

or an endless

infatuation

or a breathless

adoration

but none describe

its wonder

and power.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

This flame

Sometimes

this flame

attracts

the curious

the flirtatious

and the bored.

.

Seldom

this flame

attracts

a rarity

to be captured

directed

and adored.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

Beautiful thief

You are a beautiful thief

You steal my time

You steal my balance

You steal my attention

You steal my concentration

You steal my sleep.

You are a beautiful thief.

You take my breath away.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

Written around this time some years ago. But there is sometimes such a thief about…..

 

Dissolve

His words

softly touch

her secret

sexually submissive

soul

and her fears

and inhibitions

slowly

silently

dissolve.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 

Words

Today I have

words to write

words to read

words to learn

words to sharpen

words to hone

words to borrow

words to follow

words to choose

words to lose

but the best

of words

I save

for you.

,

,

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer