Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

friction creates heat
rub each other the right way
and the sparks will fly

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memories of love
something which not yet happened
future history

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loving the wonder
of your quivering body
in throes of passion

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journey into dreams
unfolding upon our bed
love's awakening

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sharing mingled breath
whispering love mouth to mouth
bodies caressing

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beneath sun dried sheets
stiffly hiding our desires
deep within their folds

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loving on the beach
under a common blanket
to the beat of surf

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sugar sweet kisses
sharing treats of touch and taste
loving our dessert

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our inhibitions
dissolved in the heat of lust
purified by love

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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bed, caressing, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, lust, mouth to mouth, poem, poet, poetry, throes of passion

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HOUSE, MONTEREY, CALIFORNIA

The author was once here, you know,
Nigh to the booming sea,
The man who wrote adventure tales,
Which spoke to a boy like me.

I stepped inside and looked around,
Knowing he was dead and gone,
Hoping to see his shade pass by
Beckoning me to come along

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woman of power
weaves about me ancient spells
a willing captive

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i watch craving you
with decadent ardor
caught up by desire

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she steps upon my stage
strutting and dancing for me
our private catwalk

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it's a daring world
in which we lovers indulge
pleasing our senses

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passionate desires
my body and soul afire
sensual cravings

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friction creates heat
rub each other the right way
and the sparks will fly

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in my fevered state
i watch as woman becomes
goddess of my dreams

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we climb the mountain
as one reaching for the peak
from which we both soar

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anticipation
waiting for her unveiling
love's revelation

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bodies entangled
dreams and desires intertwined
unrestrained lovers

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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

LOST AND FOUND

I used to describe an artist,
A dancer,
Being "lost" in their art...
Until I realized,
They, like I, are found
In their art,
Becoming in that medium
All they desire and hope to be
At that moment,
Not "lost" at all,
But more at home,
Than most will ever be.

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opens her tangle
of legs and arms and passions
drawing me inside

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arched back and open
her hips curved upwards reaching
for that last pleasure

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THOUGHTS ON HIGH SCHOOL LATIN

Reading ancient words,
From centuries ago,
I absorb in awe,
Thoughts of someone,
Who lived, loved,
Hated, feared,
Dared and died.
Another human of
Another place and time
Impossible to imagine,
Yet so much like
You and me.

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the softest petals
covered in dew of desire
will taste the sweetest

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music which we make
most sweet blended notes of joy
wordless symphony

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true lovers alone
exploring differences
find mutual pleasures

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lovers together
share highest pleasures within
storms of her body

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while my patient lips
leave kisses and caresses
she plots my reward

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TO SPEND THE DAY

Care not for dress or array,
Bring but one book of poetry,
A bottle of wine,
Some bread and cheese,
And,
With these,
We will spend the day,
Reading and reciting,
Touching and kissing,
And becoming warm with
The wine and rhyme,
And the company.

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MIND OF THE BOY

Whipped by wind,
Burned by sun,
Filled with stories,
Adventures upon
The Spanish Main,
Among the stars,
Upon the paved streets
Of great metropolises
Where heroes leaped
Into the fray
As do pirates,
Cowboys,
Astronauts,
Tumbling in the wind,
And mind of the boy,

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witness to passion
shared moments of fulfillment
neath my helping hands

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tied up with desires
we lovers bound together
untying our knots

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i can feel you still
the pulsing of your body
sharing ecstasy

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let's trace love's pathways
across our bodies and minds
our own pleasure hunt

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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: dew of desire, donovan baldwin, haiku, kissing, love, poems, poetry, Spanish Main, touching

By Donovan Baldwin

I hear the earth songs,
The voices on the wind,
Singing of the trees,
Words made of
The sounds of coyote,
Bird, and bee,
I see the art of nature,
Paintings in green
And gold and blue,
Royal scarlet,
Colors beyond my palette,
To describe
Common
In the rising
And setting of the sun,
The perfectly hewn
Statue of a flower,
A rabbit,
One tiny blackberry,
In colors and textures,
Which can be touched,
And breathed,
And tasted,
And remembered
Forever...
Something no human
Artist nor poet can achieve.

Copyright 10/27/2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bee, colors, coyote, donovan baldwin, flower, nature poem, poem, poetry, rabbit, sounds, trees, wind

in love's tight embrace
our bodies so closely wed
exploring desires

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ecstatic moment
from which we arise released
refreshed and renewed

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ride upon the wind
together to love's sharp edge
flying into space

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lay back on your bed
open to me as lover
welcome me inside

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whet my appetite
entice me with your offers
capture me with love

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there upon my tongue
lingers the taste of your love
last drops of honey

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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bed, donovan baldwin, haiku, honey, love, poems, poetry, taste

Germany 1968 or so,
Old man with a scythe,
Swinging, stepping,
Endless rhythm,
Except for garb,
Cars passing
On asphalt,
Could have been a scene,
A reality of an ancient time,
Time passes, tick, tock,
Calendar pages fall,
Year by year,
Decade by decade,
To the scythe's rhythm.

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you know i'm looking
let's not pretend otherwise
it pleases us both

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one soft helpless sigh
paean of fulfilled desire
love's quiet refrain

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our love costs nothing
but we barter our favors
often tit for tat

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so nicely naughty
stepping out of her garments
and into my arms

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at my love's approach
quivering with excitement
she embraces me

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of your past who cares
for it made you the woman
who knows how to please

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i bring you presents
sweet gifts for bad behavior
performed just for me

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festively adorned
daring in chiffon and lace
for our revelry

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Copyright October 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: chiffon and lace, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, poems, poetry, scythe, woman

Blue jays and mockingbirds
Bright red cardinals
Birdsong and sunshine,
The memories of boyhood,
The wild wind in the trees,
Up from the bay, where
The surf rolled and beat
Upon the shore near enough
To be a part of a boy's life
And the memory of the man.

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kisses start my day
her warm morning sweetness
marmalade on toast

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you are a goddess
my idol of happiness
altar of pleasure

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soft against your skin
those warm words upon my breath
become caresses

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garden of embrace
flower of welcome desires
fruit of our passion

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my mind's subtlety
it weaves thought and word into
images of you

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when you're making love
physical sex isn't all
make it personal

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my fingers like lace
barely touching revealing
the beauty of you

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my words as fabric
so sheer and diaphanous
you are seen through them

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Copyright October 2019 By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blue jays, cardinals, donovan baldwin, goddess, kisses, lace, pleasure, poems, poetry, skin

more precious than gold
she tastes of flowing honey
flavor of her love

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yield yourself to me
not as prisoner or slave
bound but by our love

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lips so soft and warm
your breast a welcome refuge
hold me close with love

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crater of your hips
hidden secret of my dreams
lovingly explored

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curving of body
seduction in word and deed
ultimate lover

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Come with me to the high land,
To the hot desert beside
The brooding mountains,
Deeply engrossed in thoughts,
Beyond the understanding of mortals,
For they have lived so long,
Above the burning desert,
With its dead secrets,
Have seen so much,
Becoming history
That only they remember...
Come with me and
Listen silently with respect,
To their unspoken tales.

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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: breast, desert, donovan baldwin, haiku, love, poems, poetry, seduction

you beckoned to me
coyly dropping clothes and hints
penetrating words

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no corset required
nor concealing lingerie
pleasing not teasing

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your scent of amber
a sensual invasion
awakens desire

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lush and sweet it is
garden of a single rose
i tend and treasure

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loving words unheard
silently said hour by hour
wanting you to know

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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: amber, corsets, donovan baldwin, haiku, lingerie, poems, poetry, rose, treasure