Tuesday, November 30, 2021

 

PLAYFUL EAGER FINGERS (AN EROTIC POEM)

By Donovan Baldwin


His fingers eagerly playful,

Willing in their travels

Yet, lost along their way

Through her forbidden lands,

She takes them in hers,

Willingly guides them,

Shows them the way into

Her most pleasurable places,

Pointing out with pressure,

Whispered directions

And gasps of pleasure

At their grasp of her desires,

Until she sings out with gladness,

Her fingers wrapped with theirs

Having reached together

That most beautiful of moments,

That, while wonderful in itself,

Has extra meaning when

She arrives to the applause

Of his playful eager fingers.


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Friday, November 19, 2021

 

POEM: WRITE TO ME OF LOVE

By Donovan Baldwin


Write to me of love

Both sacred and profane.

Draw for me secrets

Within your pounding heart.

Song of the ends of

Exhilaration and ecstasy

Of your mind and body.

Step boldly, shyly forward

Eternally exposed by

Trailing transparent words.


How to describe you

Two simple words say so much...

Passionate woman

Write me honest words

Toss veils and cloaks far aside...

Show me who you are

Exposing at last

Your naked soul

Spilling out her words

Poetry in blood red ink...

Ichor of my muse


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Monday, November 01, 2021

 

POEM: PROUD ACHILLES



Proud Achilles

By: Donovan Baldwin


Hector's gone. He's gone to die.

He's gone from Troy. He's gone to try...

Try to best the proud Achilles.


Hector's wife upon the wall,

Who gazes down and watches all

Sees the wrath of proud Achilles.


Trojans in, and Greeks without

Watch Hector's final, fatal bout

With Thetis' son, the proud Achilles.


Pray for Hector who died bravely

As Greeks and Trojans watched so gravely

But, also pray for proud Achilles.


Who, for his dead friend, Patroclus,

Dragged Hector's body through the dust

Such was the rage of proud Achilles.


For this the gods sat in debate

And wove the web which trapped his fate,

The looming death of proud Achilles.


Neither sword, nor spear, but arrow

Little more than swooping sparrow,

Dimmed the eyes of proud Achilles.


 


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