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On your knees

The mere thought

of you

on your knees

fills me

with pride

desire

and poetry.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2022 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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On your knees

 

The mere thought

of you

on your knees

fills me

with pride

desire

and poetry.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

 

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Hard wired

 

The need

to own you

to direct you

to teach you

to nurture you

to control you

to excite you

to support you

to guide you

to protect you

to arouse you

to mentor you

to thrill you

to inspire you

to admire you

and

to adore you

is hard-wired

into this

romantic

sexually dominant

soul.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

A year old. Always true.

Art by William Whitaker

 

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Hard wired

 

The need

to own you

to direct you

to teach you

to nurture you

to control you

to excite you

to support you

to guide you

to protect you

to arouse you

to mentor you

to thrill you

to inspire you

to admire you

and

to adore you

is hard-wired

into this

romantic

sexually dominant

soul.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Walks this earth

Art by William Whitaker

There is a woman.

She walks this earth.

I have not met her, although I once came close. I have barely seen her, though glimpses have thrilled me. I have never spoken to her, although I swear I can hear her sweet accent in my head. And in my dreams.

I do not know her perfume but her scent thrills me. I have not touched her but can almost feel her skin beneath my finger tips. I have not looked into her eyes, but feel light-headed at the thought.

I have not owned her, but the hunger to do so consumes me.

There is a woman.

She walks this earth.

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.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Whitaker

I wrote this three years ago. It has been plagiarised at least four times, once by a woman who reversed the point of view. I suppose I should take it as a compliment (except I hate thieves). I have always liked this post, and hope you will forgive the repost.

 
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Posted by on September 21, 2016 in D/s, Still Life

 

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