Reblog – Run through with want by Candice Louisa Daquin

As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…

Image Credit -Pexels

The Feathered Sleep

My days of corpulent debauchery

may never have begun

but when I close my eyes

I lie inside of you like an opal

reflecting your urge for living

like a night light needful of no power source

you radiate energy as

a feral creature might fight

for its life caught in snare

the abundance of your desire

fills my emptiness with electric skies

your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower

urging me to break free of fear

consume your longing with my own

the meeting of our bodies breaking against

each other with the force of pent hunger

just one smile and I am on my knees

thirsting for your power over me

there is nothing I wouldn’t offer

even the pulsing vein in my neck

to subsist in your magnetism

where suddenly, life itself seems alive

and I can hear every cricket

every night creature stirring

the movement of you

toward me

and how I am terrified

and run through with

simultaneous

want

Reblog – Incendiary

Haven’t we all encountered an intense attraction that could make us lose control? I know I have, a few actually if I’m being honest. 😉

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Photo by Mark Velasquez

How can one define attraction?

I look at you and I am entranced.

A beautiful face. A gorgeous body.

A clever, creative, independent mind.

A generous heart. A submissive sexual soul.

I do not know if the rest of the world sees you as I see you.

I do not care.

To me, you are so incendiary

you could burn your way

out of Hell

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Mark Velasquez. Model is Ashley Amarillas

I posted this some years ago. I can still be set on fire.

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Reblog – Dreamscape

Oh, to be the One…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Believe me, it will be you.

Art by Omar Ortiz

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Reblog – I will

I will always breathe deeply when I read these lines… 🙂

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

I will undress you

slowly

with my words.

I will guide your hands

irresistibly

with my voice.

I will arch your back

beautifully

with my control.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this some years ago.   I will …

Art by Francesca Strino

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Reblog – Cursive Prose by Martin Lewis

When I originally read this piece, I commented “A lover’s language…”. Such a sensual piece. I wonder which writing tools were their favorites? 😉

https://theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2020/12/23/cursive-prose/

CURSIVE PROSE

I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon her nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that she will only
let our fingers trace
whilst reading
to each other.

Urges

lust takes hold
an uncertain future
plays out delightful scenarios
there is an engorgement of the senses
looks exchanged, bodies trembling closer

once hips begin to undulate
pulsing bodies find themselves
like waves crashing
into each over and over
again and again

instinct takes over
desire is paramount
and tensions are strung tight
feeling a yearning for ecstasy
just slightly out of reach

… until it’s not



Open

Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her

Turn Me On

Untitled

my lover’s glance
stirring me

private invitation
to an intimate world 

no words
just sighs

shyly seductive
yet bold

no hesitation
just urgency

touched above
and below

setting fires
within

raging
out of control

anticipating explosions
the fireworks kind

demanding pleasure
and yet giving it all

take me
away