Deviant Bent

Redux
Originally published PhiloSusi 8/18/15 Accepted for the Smitten Anthology 10/18

Deviant Art

I don’t know what you like.
You don’t know what I like.

The head thinks it’s normal,
society thinks it’s wrong.
What you prefer feels delicious to you,
but exposing it is dangerous.

The Internet says it’s ok.
My friends say it’s ok.
I feel like it’s ok… privately.
But the judgment is real.

What’s right and what’s wrong?
Your inner circle doesn’t care.
Absorbed in your version of the unnatural,
it feels good.

But the outer structure is in control,
and pleasures stay hidden.
So back to reality now,
back to bland.

We’ll keep hiding in our world of normal.

Well, some of us.

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

.

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© 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 – 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.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this some years ago.   I will …

Art by Francesca Strino

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Wordle #482

The slit in her dress made me want to trace down it with my finger—the exotic print and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic face and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white lace of her evening wear. I began to listen to her softly sighing in the still room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an infinite embrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.

Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.

Turn Me On

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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