Friday, September 06, 2024

 

YOU IMPRESS ME, AND OTHER POEMS, BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 5, 2024

You impress me...

The way your words

Carry the tactile message

Of body to body,

Tongue to tongue,

The taste of the inner you,

Drippings of desire,

Gathered in licking kisses,

Shared without shame

In the form of poetry,

For the moment,

A liquid feast for lovers,

Bound to taste the most

Intimate messages

Beyond words.


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eternal question

what is it like to be loved

don't know the answer


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i've never seen you

yet how beautiful you are

your words bear witness


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tied to her poet

lashed by her own desires

the freedom she seeks


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aria amour

beautiful ecstatic song

bursting from within


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withholding pleasure

until she can wait no more

achieving climax


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never enough words

so we choose another way

with hugs and kisses


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a night of whispers

stories told by stroking hands

with ecstatic sighs


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beautiful her song

the way she pulls each note forth

as her fingers strum


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no one to save me

on the slippery road through hell

that others call life


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smiling her soul ablaze

for her poetic arsonist

who loves to watch her flames


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wanting you to be you

not put on a show for me

sexier that way


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wonder who i am

for i belong to no one

and none will claim me


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dancing in the rain

she's filled with liquid music

raindrops notes on skin


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she's sexy when wild

so unladylike and free

as eve might have been


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in the lonesome night

i await your messages

though my hopes grow dim


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who used whom i ask

which was humiliated

left trembling alone


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a poet's subject

once marked she lived on

ever immortal


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this poem's gentle

the next wildly erotic

you will be in both


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words those moving things

that found their way inside her

touching her pleasures


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poetry brings her

to a sort of ecstasy

at the tips of words


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yet though i will dream

dream is all it will remain

in which you visit


By Donovan Baldwin

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