Never so aware

A Faded Romantic's Notebook


She has never

been so aware

of her body

within her clothes,

the way the material

kisses and caresses

grazes and brushes

smooths and strokes.

She has never

been so aware

of her body

within her clothes,

and to the new

sexual sensitivity

of her skin

to their touch.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted a year ago. But she has never been so aware.

Art by Paul Kelley

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A Christmas Eve instruction

Siren Whispers

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Christmas Eve mass.

A time for reflection.

But for her

she was thinking of anything

but the birth of the baby Jesus.

She felt naughty

and alive

for she had been given instruction.

Her eyes danced with mischief.

Her secret

and his.

She knew he must have smiled

as he typed the words

wondering at her reaction

feeling a delicious tug

at the thought of her

doing as he had directed.

Up went her skirt

past the lace top thigh highs

dark against her pale thighs.

She tugged her black lace knickers down.

Off they came and down went the skirt

smoothed along her thighs.

Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex

against the skirt.

It was a first for her

and she found it a most delicious practice.

Every time she crossed her legs

every time she moved

she was aware of…

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Why I Love Pain

Come see how pain can help the heart find the words to write for the blues it is singing!!

Confab With Me

For me
pain will always remain beautiful,
an opulent display of deep human emotions
weaved to perfection
in the moment of despair

For me
pain will always bring the honest verses
layered in a symphonic perfection
for when in pain
the heart speaks raw from deep within

For me
pain is the epitome of honesty
oozing sincerity in its truest form
for when in pain
there is no charade
pulling away the shroud we wear otherwise

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There Was No Donkey – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Royal – Word of the Day


Photo:  – a Classic Royal Enfield

There Was No Donkey

They set off from Nazareth
where love always hurts,
and it did because Mary was pregnant
and not yet married,
it was complicated,
as life always is,
but tongues wagged nonetheless.
The overlords were holding a census,
typical bureaucrats,
and so to Bethlehem they were headed
to be registered.
But there was no donkey,
cept on Christmas cards,
as poetic licensing can do.
No, this child to be,
of royal blood,
deserved a true steed,
so Joseph kick-started
an Enfield so Royal,
they made it to the inn by supper,
and all were in awe,
even the angels.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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