Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

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

but no one has ever before

why on earth would you

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