You could be
an actress
a model
the well known face
of perfume
or clothes.
You could be
the spirit
the Muse
of painters
and writers
a woman
worshipped
an icon
a saint
a rose.
But you
sweet angel
are more lovely
more adorable
more desirable
more special
to me
skin to soul
than any of those.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
My darkness calls her
and she aches
to wrap it around her
to allow it
to absorb her
to swallow her
to capture her
to take her.
She longs
to let it enter
her eyes
her mouth
her sex.
She yearns for it
beneath her clothes
beneath her skin
to own her body
to own her mind
to own her soul
until she belongs
completely
to me.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
She is under
my instruction
she is under
my direction
she is under
my protection
she is under
my wing.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
If only
I could inhale
the warm fragrance
of your throat
and bury my face
in the wild storm
of your hair.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
I please some,
I disappoint others,
and for sure
I make the majority
yawn.
But sometimes,
now and again,
I will strike
a deep
dark
chord.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by William Oxer
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
Art by William Oxer
As I look
at your photograph
I imagine
gently lifting your chin
with the tips
of my long fingers
and placing
a tender kiss
in the perfect
scented hollow
of your elegant throat.
In my mind
it is the first
of a thousand
more kisses
to brush
and touch
and taste
and caress
over and over
every single inch
of your exquisite
skin.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
A couple of years old – but a thousand kisses at the ready.
Art by William Oxer
