Thursday, November 14, 2024
MORE THAN A SHADOW, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 12, 2024
more than a shadow
you are creature of magic
dancing in my dreams
skirt flares about you
naked legs so happily
molten in moonlight
excited cheeks flushed
your gaily panting bosom
promises on your skin
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daughter of no king
nor elfin sprite of legend
my mystic woman
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words about her wrists
naked to his sentences
lashed by poetry
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proudly she displays
secrets no one else may see
shameless in her love
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no maidens thank you
old poet warmed by matron muse
finds the sweetest words
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she turned me away
because she was too perfect
all i ever desired
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have you spotted it
what i wrote for you today
a smile on my lips
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she's got a secret
sweet gentle teddy bear
ferocious in bed
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came into my life
making me reveal myself
then she disappeared
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birth until today
no one's ever wanted me
words perhaps not me
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sometimes remembers
all the times that he was spurned
the one time he wasn't
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of all the women
only one ever loved me
one i left behind
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of beasts of the earth
useless sort of animal
this poet creature
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best done in private
this form of masturbation
writing of poems
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erotic poet
an amateur botanist
exploring orchids
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private festival of oral arts
delicious confections whipped up
sweet berries and dripping cream
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untroubled angel
in my arms as sin begins
sweet demonic grin
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first in our family
so odd he's a poet
try to ignore him
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intense the image
rainbow flaming black and white
stripped of its colors
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my one true lover
the woman who reads my words
knows that they're for her
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she seems innocent
and perhaps in ways she is
also sensual
both personas stunning
visible in poetry
which betrays her soul
fires that burned within
needs and wants they failed to grasp
love that caused her pain
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i'll not bother you
until you've invited me
back into your arms
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sweatshirt and flannel
believe me YOU are sexy
it's not the clothes dear
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boots and mini skirt
and that sassy walk of hers
smile over her shoulder
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A soldier, a poet, an adventurer, yet how boyish he seemed in sleep. She looked at him and rolled up in her blanket, the saddle for her pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, he woke, looked at her... a soldier, a poet, and adventurer... how angelic she looked in the moonlight... the memory of their lovemaking flooded his mind and body... and he loved with a love he could never speak.
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ready for adventures
my body can longer handle
but i don't give a damn...
let's do it, baby
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i pretend you care
vut no one has ever before
why on earth would you
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love, poems, poetry, romance
