Thursday, February 12, 2026
POETRY - NEATH HER HEATED SKIN
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
neath her heated skin
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
glowing needs burst into flames
at his hands' passing
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that first sudden gasp
involuntary response
before ecstasy
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not the man i was
yet i'm still the boy inside
who was taught to love
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she's in the shadows
figure barely viewable
reason that i write
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life's been a battle
victories followed by loss
yet again i rise
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What vintage this vision,
Apparition from another time,
In nicely naughty lingerie?
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Upon time's staircase,
A vision descending,
Past made present
Real or fantasy?
Une courtisane
En déshabillé
Seductive,
Sensuous
Forever.
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princess kiss this frog
close your eyes and just pretend
he's young and handsome
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dreamt you held my hand
our palms touched fingers entwined
love within my grasp
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her sweet voice a whisper
as in solitude we meet
my muse comes to me
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my words are sweetmeats
nuances that she can taste
mouth watering sins
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never enough words
my touches would tell you more
how i look at you
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inner flames flicker
anticipation's embers
desires set afire
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appears a moment
not certain if i'm watching
but i am and smile
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hair brushes my skin
a most delightful caress
intimate places
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if i could hold you
bring the rest you desire
the peace you deserve
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sadness upon me
for a place i cannot go
love i cannot hold
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why bother with dreams
they'll only make you long for
things that are not real
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was that you my love
whose sighs gasps and moans echoed
states of arousal
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i waited for you
scattering poems about
to lead you to me
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so long awaited
the infinite ecstasy
only passion rules
in her love's embrace
goaded by his caresses
and her own desires
now beyond the edge
she completely surrenders
to mindless pleasure
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she stands transparent
clad in vintage vestiges
accenting her art
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clear over the hills
ancient song which summons me
trade my sword for pen
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she is of shadows
blushing blossom hides between
shafts of sunlight
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bare shoulders are hot
you in my unbuttoned shirt
your waking up face
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the things you have done
things you still desire to do
have made me love you
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i'm old like ironsides
but better give me some space
i love to pinch butt
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she's so tightly wound
a light breeze across her skin
brings desired release
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she needs no restraints
he promises to use her
ways she can't resist
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spread yourself for me
expose intimate secrets
beg me to use you
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touched for a moment
with our words and images
igniting desires
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glistening with dew
this her succulent flower
her pastel orchid
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down upon her knees
prepared to give him pleasure
she pleases herself
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told me of her sins
many pleasant memories
sound so much like mine
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stretched taut gasping breaths
awaiting passionate words
scrawled upon her skin
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if only she knew
how long my soul searched for her
to know where she was
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heart wildly beating
blushing she reveals herself
no secret hidden
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she said they were sins
i told her they were virtues
she saw things my way
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living life alone
often felt invisible
but knew he saw her
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explored together
the freedom of their bodies
depths of their desires
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words held to her breast
she recalls how they had felt
as they entered her
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a moving shadow
old memories remembered
beauty recalls ruins
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posy of poems
gifting valentine's bouquet
where she is the rose
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some might call them sins
loving acts her heart demands
he adores her for
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loving acts she does
her innocent seductions
a holy woman
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in her rituals
reenacts their lovemaking
to the same climax
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clutching in her hands
secrets she has promised him
soon to be revealed
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more than mere shadow
this portrait of a woman
revealing secrets
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i see you've been here
evidence of interest
i wait patiently
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she can't stay away
comes to read each word he writes
he can't stay away
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yes she has explored
hidden hallways of desire
in her search for self
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secret stash of books
and forbidden implements
we love to play with
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hand in hand she led
to where desires were hidden
revealed one by one
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to show him what he seeks
lifts her shirt
in a titty flirt
just some tempting peeks
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a darker rose blooms
cinnamon petals with dew
to lure her lover
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memories of youth
aging poet trapped within
with his dying words
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oft of you and me
sometimes strangers sometimes friends
i will write of love
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bares body and mind
most intimate permission
loving thoughts and touch
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so proudly exposed
no longer invisible
bared within his words
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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, Donovan Baldwin, you might also enjoy Fall In Love Again, and Other Poems.
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotica, love, poems, poetry
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 10:33 AM 
