Poetry, or maybe I should call it more modestly “verse,” just keeps coming. I find pictures after I write it that perfectly capture the mood that’s in my words. Here a slave contemplates the awakening of his beloved to the cruel power he has asked her to discover and wield…
What does she think about him now? What does she think about their future?
Photos ©chaoss/Depositphotos.com. Posed by professional model.
I edited sex magazines for almost thirty years, and my love of writing with photos and art, and melding text to images, has never ceased. I wrote the poem first, then went to my “favorites” file at the stock photography house I subscribe to and looked for something appropriate. This is not A.I. but a flesh-and-blood model. I like the contrast of the two moods the model projects.
A relaxed pose before his wife goes out to meet a lover…
She gives him a knowing glance before going off into the night. It both excites and torments him…he gets what he asked for. But what will the ultimate outcome be?
Photos ©nejron/Depositphotos.com. Posed by a professional model.
For months now I’ve been writing verse–some good, some bad, some indifferent. Old-fashioned rhyming stuff mostly.
This one came to me quite spontaneously when I was working on my daily posts for the X.com account for DommeAddiction, a job I’ve done since April 2016 here. Even though this social media site is no longer called Twitter, I still refer to myself there as the “Tweetmeister.” 😉
I also generated this AI portrait to accompany the verses, at the stock photography agency I use. Although I did this long before I wrote the poem as an experiment a couple of months ago, and I do prefer using pictures of actual people, it really looks like the dominatrix I envisioned saying these words, so I decided to put aside my purist convictions and use the AI image.
Funny: I just recalled this minute how when I was in grade school, I think third grade, I drew a picture of the goddess Athena to accompany a mythology-based poem I wrote; I thought Athena looked so pretty (even though I was then and am now a terrible artist) that I didn’t want to turn in the assignment but keep the picture. I ended up turning it in after all, pic and poem; and when the poem was printed in a school magazine, whatever teacher edited it had the temerity to revise a few lines for some reason I could never ascertain. Damn, couldn’t an eight year old be allowed to make his own literary mistakes?? 😮
“Oh men! Let me tell a tale
Of men who fight, and who sail…”
That’s all I can remember of that pseudo-epic ditty of warriors inspired by my reading of the Classics Illustrated edition of The Iliad…
Now I write about Dommes and subs instead, with Leopold von Sacher-Masoch my guiding star instead of Homer.
As should be evident from my many writings, I find classy looking women saying kinky “dirty” things to be just about the sexiest dommes of all…
I am fascinated also by the erotic potential of the color green. I never found it especially sexual until the last year or so. I read somewhere that in the nineteenth century women resisted this color in their clothing, and there were public relations campaigns undertaken to convince ladies that green clothing was indeed something they should embrace. And they apparently did. I wish I could remember where I read that…
In any case, when I wrote the prompt for this AI picture, I specified a young blonde woman with a warm smile, red manicure, and an elegant green blouse. I got several versions, but this was just right.
Happily I know someone in real life who matches this description as well, although the colors of her blouses vary. She knows who she is. Her own playful spirit infuses this poem too, just as she infuses my thoughts and affections.
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