Redux
Oh, Tazanna. I see you.
What a sublime vision.
My mind’s eye sees your majesty.
The glorious, the superb, the marvelous,
And the million other adjectives describing your presence.
I’m there reveling in it.
Swept away but immobile.
Will you notice me?
Originally published 8/29/2018 on I Write Her.
Redux
Originally published PhiloSusi 8/18/15 Accepted for the Smitten Anthology 10/18
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.
He could be worth the trouble.
desires can imprison
and yet, they free you
taken right to the edge where you almost break
and then they mend you whole again
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. 😉
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.
I will always breathe deeply when I read these lines… 🙂
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
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.
the sight of you
invites fantasy
the thoughts in my head
get slick
with anticipation
the moisture
in my mouth
in between my legs
fills in
drips out
my whole body
begins to
liquify
with the thought of you
covering
every
wet
inch
of
me
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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
He opened his mouth. Then my clothes fell right off.
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