Morning Delight

lay with me instead
she said
her heart yearning for me
shone in her eyes

the rain outside pitter-pattering harmony
as the stretch between us narrowed
my arm embraced the fold of her voluptuousness
the door to my heart opening

the lilies i’d picked for her yesterday
held neatly in the vase on her dresser
maintained the lingering scent in her room
we both inhaled and sighed

the intoxication of everything right
urged me to capture her long legs
and narrow wrists with my embrace
dozing was ever further from our minds

with mounting tension and heavy breathing
like a ship on fierce waters
our bodies rocked with abandon
until we lay wrecked on our bed

Again

our combustion 
triumph of the senses
you reveal your need
i quiver with desire
this is one way lovers communicate

with a sigh 
the moment fades
the fire cracking no more
an expansive breath is taken in

the curtains filter out the early sun
as we recover from being undone
i turn to you once more
reach below for maybe one more go
i want to feel the shimmering in my mind again

Man(made)

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces – Love, Hate, Rain, Drought

love me so hard
that i’ll hate you for stopping
this tidal rain of passion
when over
leaving me in a drought
and in a wrecked state

where is this man
bringing me to ecstasy
ushering forth
the epitome of having a stroke

never mind, i’ll just put myself in a coma

Full Lips

full lips inspiring
inspiring delicious thoughts
thoughts of intimate moments
moments richly intertwining
intertwining of limbs
limbs covered in moisture
moisture filled kisses
kisses following illogical paths
paths filled with excitement
excitement in those full lips

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix

Chemistry

Redux

I Write Her

sss

A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.

I was wanted.

Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.

But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.

Every encounter promised more friction.

The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.

Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.

And then it happened.

An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.

The electricity in the room was palpable.

Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!

His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.

My world melted in that moment.

I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.

His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.

My fingers caressed every…

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Reblog – Prophecy

And if you get to the sweetness of the moment, OMG friggin’ heaven!!! LOVE this piece! So tantalizing!

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Art by Casey Baugh

She gives me her palm to read.

I trace a line

from the tip

of her index finger

to the flickering

nervous pulse

in her wrist.

Then along the pale skin

of her arm.

I climb the rise

of her breasts

and traverse

her elegant shoulder.

I tenderly

stroke her throat

and chin

and cheeks.

I touch the curve of her lips

then softly kiss

her mouth

with a prophecy.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written four years ago, but I hope the reader does not mind the repeat

Art by Casey Baugh

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Romance In The Air

The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.

The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.

Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
meandering aimlessly
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.

With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end

and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.

But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.