Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

steamy bolero
an internal orchestra
pounding in her veins

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Upon her tangled bed
One woman orchestra
Within her pleasure pit,
She, maestra,
Elicits sharp notes,
Wrung with pleasure,
Deftly fingering
The exact spots,
Making the most
Exotic music
As her lips play upon
A silent flute.

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i am filled with you
quivering at your touches
even while apart

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find you in nature
you are the wind touching me
everything i see

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it's about feelings
bold tastes and hot touches shared
our hearts' sensations

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make my offering
within her body's temple
altar of venus

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i raise my banner
planting the stiff staff deep
in mount pleasant

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she plays melodies
fingering delicious notes
on a silent flute

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i float upon waves
undulating sensations
from her caresses

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you are part of me
your name's written on my cells
eternal essence

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yummy confection
warm and savory dessert
she serves up with love

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no perfect body
she does not bribe my desires
yet my heart is hers

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spooning warm honey
lifting a loving dessert
a charming hot bun

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Labels: bolero, dance, donovan baldwin, Mount Pleasant, nature, pleasure pit, poems, poetry, tangled bed, Venus

By Donovan Baldwin

sunrise in pastel
muted hues of pink and gold
vibrantly low key

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inches above grass
red tail hawk hunts his breakfast
death defying swoop

white heron fishes
standing patiently beside
the still pond waters

woodpecker rhythm
pounded out on dawn's cold air
the world waking up

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breaking all the rules
loving the one way we know
mutual pleasure

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deep intimacy
touches over eager skin
brings high ecstasy

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she watches my hand
explore forbidden places
smiles and offers more

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touching with my eyes
i trace your womanly curves
store in memory

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pulsing with desire
accept this deep lover's kiss
upon blushing lips

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ask me for a kiss
intimate daring touches
i'll deny nothing

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fairest of flowers
her rosy petals glowing
dripping morning dew

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The waves break gently
Across the feet of lovers
Strolling still warm sand
As the sun sinks into the sea,
Lighting other lands, leaving
The lovers and this land
In darkness, and, in that dark,
They turn to one another,
Sinking to the sand,
Undressing one another,
Make sunset love,
Lovers tossing and turning,
Glowing golden
In the rolling waves.

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If you had been painted
Nude and totally revealed,
I would buy that painting
And display it proudly in
The living room,
Without comment,
Proudly ready to defend
The shy but daring lady
So nakedly,
And,
Had I painted it,
So lovingly
Portrayed.

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Poetry and photo copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, forbidden places, heron, kiss, poems, poetry, red tail hawk, rosy petals, sunrise, woodpecker

By Donovan Baldwin

some poems aren't words
but sighs or gasps moans or looks...
spoken by lovers

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sweet innocence
submitting to our bold desires
two carnal lovers

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breathless with desire
roused by his heated touch
proud turgid tautness

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her hidden dagger
rising at his intrusion
is drawn from its sheathe

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bored she chose to do
something more exciting so...
she played with her toys

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cast raiment aside
society's requirements...
dance naked for me

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two piece pajamas
top for you bottom for me...
on the bedroom floor

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a bedtime story
to relax or stimulate
which one tonight dear

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love's a liquid thing
flowing waters of desire
demanding release

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my mystic writings
my magical poetry
my raison d'être

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss (1793) by Antonio Canova

Labels: bedroom floor, Cupid, dance naked, donovan baldwin, Eros, lovers, magical, mystical, poems, poetry, Psyche, toys

By Donovan Baldwin

sensual kisses
her wild honeyed lips to mine
two bold hummingbirds

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Ah, the words, they came,
So early in the morning,
And yet, they didn't stay,
But wandered off speaking
To one another lovingly,
And in verbal embrace
As they strolled
So casually away,
Into a place
I could not follow,
Looking wistfully
Back at me as they,
Like last night's dreams
Faded from my memory,
Before I could touch them,
Leaving but
A smiling awareness
Of the passing of
Something beautiful

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with experience
never lose your innocence
in mature pleasures

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every inch of her
untamed land to be explored
hills plains and grasslands

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take my naive hand
boldly guide it where desired
teach it what you need

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softly as it falls
i caress her exposed form
with most avid gaze

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her body throbbing
at passion's highest moment
her wild wordless cries

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most seductive garb
i've looked at all you offer
nothing works for me

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in depths of our love
we enjoy free pursuit of
sensual pleasures

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delicious kisses
following the curves i love
in endless pathways

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too long she waited
time for her resurrection
into new pleasures

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, exposed form, haiku, mature pleasures, naive hand, poems, poetry, seductive garb, sensual kisses, words

By Donovan Baldwin

Pacific waves beat rocks
Leaping into the sky
With exultation
And exuberance,
In their tumultuous
Excitement, showing off,
For birds, sea lions,
Tourists,
Amateur photographers,
And lovers who love
Each other, and,
The leaping of the waves.

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touch my many scars
make the ancient pains abate
weep for old losses

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within our dark room
seeing with our roving hands
intimate details

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Yes, the rising of the sun
Half dreamed aroma of coffee,
The burgeoning mass of
Poetic thoughts pushing
Against the rusty gateway
Of my sleeping mind,
Strive to waken me,
But, it is the thoughts
I have of you and me,
Which rouse me,
In private ways,
To cast the covers back
And, with bare feet
Upon cold floor,
Rise to greet the day.

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You are a force
Immutable beyond expectation,
Seeing the soft warmth,
With which you approach,
Arms outstretched to embrace,
Bringing substance to
A rapidly misting
Creature lost in legend
And walking in lands
Of fantasy and legend,
Changing innocent mortals
Into confused historians
And wandering poets.

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warm beside my own
i sense your sleeping body
dream i'm not dreaming

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i awake at four
spending my next two gray hours
between sleep and dreams

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unconditional
unrestrained intimacy
carnal ecstasy

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Poetry and photograph copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: carnal, donovan baldwin, ecstasy, haiku, Pacific, poems, poetry, rising of the sun, roving hands, scars, sea lions, unconditional

By Donovan Baldwin

the moon was watching
as we made love in her light
heavenly voyeur

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my love's blossom drips
a hot nectar of desire
soothing elixir

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expose your true self
drop all veils of sin and shame
show yourself naked

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write me your story
with your heart mouth hands and eyes
tell me everything

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language confuses
we speak love physically
communicating

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poet hearing words
whispers on the evening breeze
paper cannot hold

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eyes dance to music
her warm smile the song's echo
turns to me... i hear

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touch her words lightly
examine them by candlelight
press them to my heart

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tilting her goblet
sharing love's magic potion
she pours into me

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your curving contours
drawn by my gliding fingers
warm as imagined

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Photograph, Moon Among The Trees, by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: candlelight, curving contours, dance to music, donovan baldwin, evening breeze, goblet, lovers, moon, poems, poet, poetry, voyeur

By Donovan Baldwin

from a mist of dreams
coalescing form takes shape
glides into my arms

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i fall to my knees
prepared to pay homage to
my carnal huntress

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her earthy desires
whispered boldly in my ear
mine to help come true

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always the lady
as she discretely fulfills
lascivious needs

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relaxed and ready
wearing an inviting smile
seductive repose

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featherlike touches
soft sensuous caresses
deeply arousing

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uncontrollable
two lusty lovers on fire
feverish thrusting

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: caresses, donovan baldwin, dreams, earthy desires, lascivious needs, lusty lover, mist, poems, poetry, touches

By Donovan Baldwin

whisper naughty things
give me glimpses of secrets
smile as i respond

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always seeking you
sun's touch or whisper of wind
sensing you near me

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I open myself to the wind and sun
Dropping inhibitions and clothing,
Walking naked through the woods,
Sensations of air and sunlight
On bare skin in places and ways
That only a lover may touch,
Body and mind alive to each leaf,
Each breeze which passes by
Leaving me quivering
With the pleasure of Earth's
Most natural and loving caresses.

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your cello my bow
enthusiastically
making love music

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climbing slender trees
riding them in gusting winds
two boys in the woods

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horned toads and lizards
daily met on hot white sands
so far behind me

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unbreakable bonds
woven of dreams and desires
stronger together

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ripples in water
brushstrokes on emerald seas
golden in the sun

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weary traveler
beached decaying in the sun
no more a roving

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patio shadows
loving dancers in moonlight
their bare skins aglow

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you and i on fire
burning with carnal desires
about to explode

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shells strewn on the sand
ancient memories set in
hieroglyphics

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one tree has blossomed
harbinger of spring perhaps
first burst of new growth

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not a jealous man
desire you feel loved
all i really want

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bare skin, boys, carnal desires, cello, desires, donovan baldwin, dreams, emerald seas, haiku, naughty, poems, poetry, trees, whisper

By Donovan Baldwin

big white bird on wing
feet and wingtips tiptoeing
across pond's surface

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don't let go of me
feeling your heart holding tight
helps me to hold on

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clad only in thoughts
old memories in the air
caressing my skin

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the rain starts falling
orchestra starts playing with
nature's tambourine

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quiet water waves
warm breezes trickling shoreward
meditation bay

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sea becomes the sky
misleading the human eye
to eternity

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Blurry visions as I awaken
Goals and intentions
Filmy but firm,
Worming their way
Into my increasing
Consciousness,
Creating challenges
I know I must overcome
Before reality sets in,
And I don my
Tattered and cracked,
Semi-bulletproof armor
Which has served me so well
These many decades, but,
Leaving the inner man
To fend for himself,
Using the skills and weapons,
Deceits and ruses,
Which have served so well,
Keeping me alive these
Three quarters of a century.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: caressing skin, donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, quiet water, rain, sea, sky, white bird

By Donovan Baldwin

the nudes of renoir
tangible impressionism
body and senses

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quivering with want
awaiting satisfaction
anticipation

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undulating need
dance to a lusty refrain
only she can hear

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alone in her lust
desiring hot caresses
what's a girl to do

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glistening body
tastes of salt and her desire
as i drink her love

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gliding cross your skin
fingertips arousing me
as they arouse you

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flowing through my veins
the drug which you feed to me
within your kisses

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touch the bloom's middle
it opens in surrender
yields up its honey

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saved one precious rose
placed it on a shelf somewhere
reminds me of you

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let my touches move
through your shy secret garden
of blushing petals

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do you know my world
of flowers and sunrises
and thoughts about you

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carved from pure marble
lightly clad nymph emerges...
seeking a lover

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Nude Seated Bather 1914 by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Labels: anticipation, blushing, desire, donovan baldwin, impressionism, lust, lusty, nudes, petals, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, poems, poetry, rose, skin

By Donovan Baldwin

human not angels
in intimate ecstasy
rapt within our wings

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breathing poetry
love lyrics from mouth to mouth
disguised as kisses

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the sweetest spices
dripping from your lips to mine
savory response

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no shy kisses please
share with enthusiasm
passionate lip locks

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upon cotton sheets
witnessed by a voyeur moon
zealous coitus

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watching pleases me
when you rise arched in passion
finish in my arms

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hands bound eyes covered
waiting for a sound a touch
breathless excitement

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you're more than a dream
shining in naked beauty
translucent desires

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss by Michelangelo

Labels: angels, Cupid, donovan baldwin, kisses, lips, Michelangelo, poems, poetry, Psyche

By Donovan Baldwin

May I draw you with kisses?
Trace the dear warm flesh
Touch all the secret places
Which long so heatedly
To be exposed to love,
To be gazed upon,
Caressed,
To be warmed by breath,
Tasted and savored,
Treasured and desired,
Recognized as whole,
The finest work of art?

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my tongue inscribes words
love runes on quivering skin
carnal denouement

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a fantasy man
constructed from words and dreams
of someone he was

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i'm not only words
but experiences too
from which my words grow

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sunlight upon leaves
rustling of the mind's passage
fingers turn pages

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here's mother nature
captured in words and pictures
in my library

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sun draws its shade
moon ignites its silver globe
a romantic night

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giving up, i turned
stepping into a darkness
you suddenly lit

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skin prickles with heat
rising in expectation
straining eagerly

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her taut tipped bosom
breast rhythmically rising
neath my caresses

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Labels: donovan baldwin, fantasy, haiku, kisses, Mother Nature, painting, poems, poetry, runes, Salvador Dali, taut tipped bosom

By Donovan Baldwin

stroking the petals
seeking the flower's last song
rapt in its rhythm

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fingers play within
caressing blushing petals
solo crescendo

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morning caresses
sleepy purrings of pleasure
becoming deep growls

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she averts her eyes
ladylike in demeanor
smiles sneaking a peek

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hide not true feelings
a real lady may display
honorable lust

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caressing ribbons
she neath my words thoughts gazes
hidden and then seen

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Don't seek hidden meanings
In what I write.
Oh, they're there, but,
They are my meanings,
Blended in from
My life experiences,
My pains,
My pleasures,
My beliefs,
Truisms
And fallacies.
But, you cannot know that all,
Nor see with my eyes.
See with your own,
And find your own truths.

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i sing for today
yesterday's songs are over
tomorrow's not born

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we watch the bright moon
it's in its place we in ours
apart in her light

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you are in my heart
free to stay and free to leave
never really gone

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you are poetry
words and rhythms within me
origin and end

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my colorful words
woven within errant thoughts
written tapestry

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take in what i can
keep some lose some give up some
my eclectic art

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in my solitude
i searched within for beauty
found it around me

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Bare feet on hot white sand,
The offshore wind
A constant song in my ears,
The sun warming me
From head to toe,
The waters of the bay
Whispering over and over,
The same story
That oceans tell
To boys all about the world
On the edge of all their oceans.

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, flower, hidden meanings, life experiences, petals, poems, poetry, solitude, solo crescendo

By Donovan Baldwin

made love at low tide
caressed by waves coming in
rolling on the sand

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wearing but my words
she brings me her responses
with lustful passion

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she's caught unaware
a most urgent storm rises
as i kiss her there...

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dreams of caresses
tantalizing kisses fade
with dawn's arrival

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held within our arms
penetrated by our love
sharing ecstasy

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intimate kisses
bare bodies and souls caress
unlimited touch

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touches and kisses
love echoing back and forth
without an ending

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as i caress you
place your hand upon my heart
beating happily

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speak no careless words
lest they be reality
which lasts forever

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i search her secrets
uncover erotic clues
elementary!

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writing about you
poet unable to put
his love into words

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favorite caress
our full body naked skin
in total contact

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over open lips
love's liquid flowed then swallowed
delightfully warm

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your eyes two deep pools
so deceptively quiet
flashing with passion

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your hidden secrets
i can spy behind your words
exciting woman

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you should be ashamed
or so your mind speaks to you
i say otherwise

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arching of your back
quivering of your body
your exultant gasp

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Kiss scene between Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr from the movie "From Here To Eternity"

Labels: Burt Lancaster, caresses, Deborah Kerr, donovan baldwin, From Here To Eternity, kiss scene, love scene, poems, poetry, words

By Donovan Baldwin

captured on canvas
moment of revelation
offering her love

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her exciting path
hard tipped hills to soft grotto
loving interlude

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throbbing emotion
sounds of romantic effort
then a blissful rest

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she cannot hold still
overcome by my kisses
a movable feast

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let her blossom stay
you must visit where it blooms
for if plucked will die

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bare to open air
lovers of and in nature
sex under the sun

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in her sweet repose
seducing in slumber
her sworn guardian

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water pelting flesh
four soapy hands exploring
lovers showering

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reaching around me
intentionally brushing
provocatively

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though i use no words
you understand my touches
wordlessly reply

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let not the dream fade
keep it bright and beautiful
as if beginning

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Art: Nude Woman with Black Stockings - Pierre Bonnard

Labels: donovan baldwin, haiku, lovers, nature, nude, Pierre Bonnard, poems, poetry, shower sex

By Donovan Baldwin

mix our words with wine
exchange flavors with our lips
exquisite mélange

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i would eat them all
delicious treats you offer
so sweetly displayed

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sipping from your cup
savoring your loving wine
dripping from our lips

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naked embraces
blissful gratification
medley of desires

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warm water caress
as i guide the shower spray
over your body

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this loving moment
let your inhibitions fall
be true to yourself

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I pick up my words
Examine them,
Weighing and choosing,
Discarding,
Selecting,
For, to create an image
Of the one I love
I must choose only
The most accurate,
And yet romantic,
Erotic,
To describe one
So beautiful,
And so beloved.
At last,
With words in hand,
I begin..

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Quote: "Wine is bottled poetry", by Robert Louis Stevenson

Labels: caress, donovan baldwin, erotic, poems, poetry, Robert Louis Stevenson, romantic, wine, words

By Donovan Baldwin

soft scarf round her neck
resting gently on her breast
for me to remove

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two daring people
lovers on intimate quest
seeking each other

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start slowly rocking
faster with strident rhythm
end at a gallop

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fingers exploring
glide over hills plains and brush
into warm waters

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sudden pleasure rush
shuddering with excitement
falling in my arms

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washing over us
our heated waves of passion
leaving us shaking

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like naughty children
hoping that no one sees us
let's shop for some toys

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stroke me so gently
coax out the most moving notes
my song your music

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you're within my soul
thoughts becoming part of me
until we are one

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words like silk on skin
gently resting caressing
with each breath you take

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fantasy world's tale
where angels may love mortals
share their ecstasy

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Art: Nude with Scarf, Fanny Rozet, French Art Deco Bronze Circa 1920

Labels: donovan baldwin, exploring fingers, Fanny Rozet, haiku, intimate, naughty children, neck, poems, poetry, scarf, silk on skin, waves of passion

By Donovan Baldwin

treat me like the wind
warm caress upon your skin
smiling at my touch

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caged by my desires
ensnared by dreams of your touch
fantasy kisses

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I awoke before the sun
And thought I'd take a walk.
Perhaps he'd kindly join me,
And we could have a talk.

I dressed and stepped outside
Prepared to greet the dawn
But my eyes saw only darkness
And I thought I heard a yawn.

I've been out and gotten back
And am drinking my first cup,
Looking out the window,
Wondering when will he get up.

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a beautiful soul
more to be desired and loved
than sexy body

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sexiest people
don't always appear sexy
but their minds are hot

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poetry my path
realities are resolved
by fantastic words

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one by one loosen
letting drop each cloaking veil
bare yourself to me

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If words touched you like fingers
I would speak my way along
The arching curve of your back,
Using phrases such as
Shivering and quivering,
Raising your flesh with
Hot breaths upon the softest places
Intimate intonations
Of lust and passion,
In gasping sentences
And lurid phrases,
A sensual tête-à-tête,
Ending in rapturous silence.

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picture my desire
my yearning fascination
as i picture you

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its so natural
don't ever deny yourself
touches of pleasure

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Art: Woman In The Wind by Stig Blomberg

Labels: beautiful soul, before the sun, desire, haiku, poems, poetry, sexiest people, statue, Stig Blomberg, woman in the wind

By Donovan Baldwin

two distant lovers
crave blistering caresses
and soothing kisses

only touch with words
seeking within messages
the passion they desire

share bold fantasies
secret moments in each night
they must love alone

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i flute play you lute
fingering ecstatic chords
as you blow love's notes

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lovers intertwined
sensuous penetration
pressing approval

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it's no sacrifice
all i have i give freely
for what you give me

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heated bodies glow
sweat of their desire reflects
fires burning within

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passionate heartbeats
keeping time with the bed springs
then sudden silence

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she hides in her room
no one may see these secrets
but her absent love

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kisses full of words
hands not still she loves with all
body a caress

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Poetry Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Art: Wilhelm August Lebrecht Amberg, German 1822 - 1899 Distant Thoughts

Labels: distant lovers, donovan baldwin, fantasies, haiku, kisses, lovers, passion, poems, poetry

BY Donovan Baldwin

passion is normal
why deny yourself pleasure
more intense when shared

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tulips and roses
orchids and azaleas
pale before your bloom

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make no promises
words wander off in the wind
place love in my hands

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flicking of your tongue
impish smile behind the peach
juice drips down your chin

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no perfect body
yet a soul that matches mine
just so perfectly

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panting grasping lips
tongues in breathless game of tag
stirring love's cocktail

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you rise over me
transcendent smile of pleasure
as ecstasy comes

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psyche viewed eros
loved her lover more in light
yet nearly lost love

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her soft rose buds swell
awakened by lover's touch
and gentle kisses

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reach to me your hand
hold mine on this moonlit path
where we lovers stroll

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It was in the 30's,
I was told as a boy,
A barge ran aground
In a storm.
I swam there,
Snorkeled,
The sand was black
And spongy from the oil,
Twenty years later.
Huge cables appeared and
Disappeared with
Tide and storm,
Arising before my mask,
Ghostly figure from the past.

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caressing your curves
the story of the woman
quietly seduced

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our bold nakedness
the courage to bare ourselves
for love must know all

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Words, those damned elusive things,
Never there when you need them.
The secret is to sneak up on them,
Begin using them without permission.
They, after all, are your creatures,
Bound to do your bidding,
Without question or objection,
So, make them understand,
You will use them as you will,
Even when they're not ready to play.

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I, my own Prometheus,
Torn by my own demons,
Harpies, devils, carrion birds,
Uncertainty and fate,
Tearing at my breast,
Ripping out the heart
That once beat for adventure,
Travel, and investigation,
Of the lovely little corners,
Of mortals, to whom
I sought to give fire.

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i write my desires
fingers on your tender skin
aflame with your heat

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yes i say i lust
love and lust so very close
each feeds the other

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body my temple
adoration all aspects
love the highest form

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Poetry Copyright March 2020 By Donovan Baldwin

Art: The Embrace (1917) by Egon Schiele

Labels: Eros, flicking tongue, haiku, kisses, passion, poems, poetry, Prometheus, Psyche, roses, tulips

By Donovan Baldwin

touch without touching
inner thrills and vibrations
penetrating thoughts

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gasping and grasping
lovers fall beneath the weight
of heavy desires

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succumbing to our
intensity of feelings
with maddened passion

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Entranced he noted
How ample her heart,
How alluring her mind,
How appealing her words,
She was everything he dreamed,
And she made love with him
In so many ways beyond
What the human body
Could begin to
Understand.

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slip into my bed
wrap me in your loving warmth
leave me exhausted

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dive in deep waters
bathed within your warming love
currents of amour

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please don't be subtle
take my hand and guide my touch
let's play show and tell

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Labels: donovan baldwin, feelings, lovers, poems, poetry, take my hand, touch

By Donovan Baldwin

in search of a rose
i wandered into your garden
found your soft petals

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my words ecstatic
sadness, gladness, hate, and love
written in fullness

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in cold solitude
i turn my back on the world
your warm hand in mine

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pray petals open
blushing blossom on display
sweet scented nectar

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fingers reach for dreams
neath my hand i think i grasp
the heat of your flesh

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I would not hold back the sun
But, there is that moment
In each arriving dawn,
When I wish the day
Would wait a moment,
Allow me to savor that
Morning glow that appears
Up in the sky and in my breast.

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the glow on your cheeks
deep rise and fall of your breast
says much more than words

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tell me you love me
but say no words make no sound
let your body speak

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peach blossom dances
in heat of burning desire
dripping with nectar

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dewdrops on petals
glistening on blushing bloom
desire's elixir

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breathe her sacred name
shibboleth to open dreams
where we become one

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Upon the air a hint of Spring,
A coming of flowers,
And new leaves upon the trees,
Sporting blossoms and birds,
As their festival attire,
Neath the long blue sky
Which will stretch across
The vault of the heavens,
Touched with gold and
Colors of empire at
Each end of the day.

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blossom, breast, donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, rose, shibboleth, soft petals, solitude

By Donovan Baldwin

Scraps of Persian poetry,
Japanese, Chinese, German,
Balinese, French, and Irish,
For the love of it...
That's the word... love...
Love songs of other places,
Races of this one race
Called mankind,
We, brother sister poets,
Singers of love songs,
We all hear and read and
Understand the warp and woof,
Of the poetic soul despite,
To our ears,
The oddness of the language,
For the inner colors of
Our souls are all the same.

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My friend, Sun, the artist
Awoke in a mellow mood today.
Lazily brushing
Pastel pink across the east,
Pastel gold along the west,
All against a bowl of blue
For a watercolor dawn.

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I was thinking about Spring
When I saw beside the path,
Small pink flowers
Timidly poking their tiny heads
Up among dead and frosted
Blades of grass,
Not sure if it's time
To spring forth,
Or to wait a while,
For warmer weather.
We'll wait together,
The tiny flowers and I.

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I lost some words.
They're around here somewhere,
Hiding from me.
They know I want to play with them,
And they're tired of me
Using them for my own pleasure.
Wish I knew how to
Make my words have fun.
Understand that I love them,
And want them to come out,
And play with me.

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Let's climb some hills,
Explore some caves,
Go for a dip in
A sacred grotto.
Let's smile and laugh
At the silliest things,
Made exciting,
Hilarious,
Because we're sharing them.
You and me.
That's what makes a good time,
Wherever we are,
Whatever we're doing...
Now, about those hills and caves...
And that grotto.

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Somewhere between mountains and the sea,
A field of flowers demands to be seen,
And lovers pass from one to the other
Happy to be wherever they are
As long as they can be together,
For it's not the place but the person,
Who makes you want to go again.

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Labels: donovan baldwin, flowers, love, Persian poetry, poems, words

By Donovan Baldwin

i smile to see her
this sudden nymph in moonlight
dashing to my arms

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i turned and reached out
one last blind attempt at love
and you took my hand

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she's so intimate
drops all that hides her beauty
of body and soul

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stripped bare in their love
with nothing to hide behind
surrendering all

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it's no illusion
gift of love i offer you
a mystery the same

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moan that song for me
the pleasure song with no words
we both love to sing

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your moonlight kisses
sending me to my slumbers
appear in my dreams

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plucking her flower
caress the stem and petals
nectar on fingers

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i know not her shape
kiss caress and word make me
blind at her beauty

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we told fairy tales
believing in fantasies
then our stories touched

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: beauty, donovan baldwin, dreams, haiku, love, nectar, nymph, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

cling this close to me
surrender tell me you're mine
let us live in love

Art: Dido and Aeneas by Jean Baptiste Germain

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no one touches me
eyes are dimmed and i grow deaf
as i disappear

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I sit in awe
As I listen to,
The sermon of the storm,
Reminding me,
Egotistical human,
Ruler of the universe,
Or so, I crave to believe,
That there are powers
Greater than my own.

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upon tender breast
i rest head and hand and heart
neath her caresses

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Cold gray day,
Brings old memories,
From over half a century,
Mama turning up the heat
Before we rose at dawn,
Bedrooms freezing cold
With but a floor furnace
So far away, on with
Robes and slippers
To stand shivering,
Over the rising heat,
As she fixed breakfast.

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Never seek to judge
Upon someone else's
Claim of beauty.
Judge with your heart,
And find the beauty,
That touches upon
Your soul, not your eyes,
For that beauty will remain,
And can never be questioned.

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wind came stole my leaves
taught them a seductive dance
they performed for me

(image leaves on the wind)
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assault of kisses
bold onslaught of caresses
cause my submission

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i write many words
woven into coverings
hide naked desire

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i fear not the thorns
for your blossom is a prize
earned but with honor

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my private pageant
one contestant and one prize
you are the winner

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literary thoughts
seem literal facts to some
let's not forget that

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i truly envy
recipient of your love
hoping he is me

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walking on hot sand
boy matured into manhood
at the ocean's edge

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children learn on swings
many skinned knee lessons and
cooperation

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Labels: Aeneas, beauty, Dido, donovan baldwin, haiku, Jean Baptiste Germain, memories, poems, poetry

By Donovan Baldwin

her shy decorum
leaves to imagination
only my desire

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i am but shadow
near forgotten memories
young man's fantasies

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set my heart on fire
illuminate each dark night
your smile my beacon

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my woman's body
aged ripened mature ready
alive with desire

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did i create you
draw you forth from fantasies
or am i your dream

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soft touch of satin
your skin beneath my fingers
so warmly wanting

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she taught me of love
opened my eyes to beauty
starting with myself

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i write naked truth
poetry of your beauty
words cannot describe

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: decorum, donovan baldwin, dream, fantasies, poems, poetry, shy, woman's body

BY Donovan Baldwin

Belly dance indeed,
Named for a reason
Central point of observation,
Never still for eyes to settle,
Gaze dancing from bright smile
Offering only more secrets
Just as those hinted at
By changing visions of
Breast and thigh and hips,
Face and body and arms,
In constant erotic motion
To the driving beat of
Music intended to arouse
Dancer and watcher.

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my angel lover
halo and robe on the floor
folds me in her wings

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this sweet entrapment
unintended seduction
by her honeyed words

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my second coffee
offering me promises
i hope it will keep

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moonlight lovemaking
isolated incident
or common affair

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you may touch my books
caress their pages with me
share their seduction

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her ancient lover
in a mist of memory
guides her heart and hand

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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her voice soaring high
vibrato and tremolo
impure crescendo

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my chest becomes tight
emotions within me swell
i rise overcome

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never without you
each moment of every day
filled with your presence

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- Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: angel, belly dance, coffee, donovan baldwin, lovemaking, lover, moonlight, poems, poetry, seduction

By Donovan Baldwin
Her bosom heaving from the climb,
Up the hill of winds, or,
From the crushing embrace
Of her lover emerging from
The mist of the woods into
The light upon the heath,
To take her in his arms
Parting the reeds of the pool
To drink the waters of love,
Until all is silent and
They rest in joined slumber.

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i write poetry
caresses meant for your heart
touching more than flesh

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my love a blanket
comforting not smothering
you wrap yourself in

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hands do more than feel
they trace runes upon our skin
rituals of lust

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My mind is restless,
And cannot settle.
It drags me from novel,
To poetry,
Philosophy and essay,
Back again to
Medieval plots,
The love affairs of kings,
And murders by monks.
My mind,
Restless,
In search of
Its own words.

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I remember the shore,
The sea, listening to
The high wind which
Blows in from
Somewhere,
With a story it
Might be trying to tell me...
Or, am I making up
A fable of my own,
From a hundred books,
Innumerable imaginings
Woven
From sun, and sand, and sea,
And the unceasing voices
I hear in the wind?

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bosom, donovan baldwin, love, lust, poems, poetry, skin, words

By Donovan Baldwin

as if sun's own light
a far flung radiation
essence of true love

moon reflected back
so that by darkest of nights
we remain aware

this wondrous event
illuminating lovers
cast so far apart

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on separate isles
gazing cross a sea of dreams
with eyes of desire

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fingers in your hair
lips to lips pressed and open
trembling with passion

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most erotic tale
we write with touches as words
traced upon our skin

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more to our kisses
passionately uniting
mouths bodies and souls

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wrapped in our warm arms
bodies protect each other
naked love at home

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i write of my touch
your soft quiver of delight
our private story

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my so youthful words
belie the reality
of the ancient man

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why do i love her
quite the naughty lass she is
that's one good reason

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i know the moon has
secrets lovers keep hidden
for she told me yours

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play me light moon tunes
soft silver notes of snowfall
whispering to trees

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immortal the sea
her rhythmic waves beat in me
for eternity

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i bow before grace
upon rising of the sun
grateful at your feet

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Call me acolyte.
All lasts but as long
As we remember,
Speak names and words,
Others have forgotten,
Or never known,
But, with time,
That world
A shrinking memory
Grows
Smaller,
Dimmer,
And can only glow,
Remain almost as bright,
If someone
Tends its flame,
As I choose to do.

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- Copyright February 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, lovers, moon, poems, poetry, sun

By Donovan Baldwin
rest ballerina
how arduous your efforts
creating beauty

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ensnared by my words
bound by ardent poetry
willing submissive

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sunset's exposé
colorful production in
cinematic hues

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fore my yearning eyes
you pass aware of my gaze
and power you wield

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without touch i feel
without sight i can see you
always there for me

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written on my skin
poured into my thirsting mouth
your amorous words

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beneath the sky's fire
lit by sunset we ignite
bursting into flames

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beneath our blanket
we lovers perform our own
rising at the dawn

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poet i thought i
wrote you into existence
but learned you were real

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Most eclectic bookcase,
Built by my father into one wall,
Floor to ceiling with books
Literary guild,
Book of the Month Club,
Bible and Britannica
There I found
The old tattered book of poems,
Hunted Moby Dick,
Rode with the Musketeers,
And read of many troubles
I was too young to understand,
But, I learned at this school, this
Most eclectic bookcase.

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she sparkles glitters
a plethora of colors
my dancer of light

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Copyright March 2020 By Donovan Baldwin

Labels: ballerina, bookcase, donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, power, sunset, touch, words