Monday, May 04, 2026

 

THE THRUST OF THE SPORT - A SMALL COLLECTION OF POETRY, MAY 4, 2026

DONOVAN BALDWIN
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN


the thrust of the sport

so delightfully displayed

upon such sinful snow


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fabric cannot hide

the thrust of her fantasies

displayed in textures


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she would not deny

confessed all her sins to me

love's beautiful sins


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how beautiful you are

resting in my mind's images

pleasured by poetic passions

and most intimate desires

for constant loving contact

most sacredly sensual


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she wanted to love

and to be loved in return

and at last she was


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in love each one is all

and all are to be loved

there's no sin in that


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told her wild desires

afraid i could not love her

i loved her for them


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she's most visible

a center of attention

among his desires


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not sure she could reach

then body swept with wonder

as desires trembled


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she's desired the strange

the most daring adventures

with him at her side


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she awaits his words

prepared to obey poems

touching her inside


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does she dare declare

what his words have done to her

having seduced her


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sometimes she regrets

that history's sands are so dry

causing her own rain


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in riptides of lust

swept away by her desires

his hand held tightly


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she is full inside

taken by her lover's touch

words spill into her


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Do you still bathe,

With the candles lit,

Scented oils in the water,

Erotic poetry upon your lips,

Prurient pleasures neath your hand

Stirred by your flickering fingertips?


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opens her flower

beckons him to come inside

taste her warm nectar


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lovers without music

dancing in the night's silence

hearing all through touch


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her eyes meeting mine

both of us blushing our way

with understanding


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till he came to her

she never knew she wanted

so many pleasures


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i desire too much

lifetime spent seeking someone

who could give me that


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to whom the art is all

soul and spirit must be

explored and shared

and the inner artist

must be naked and

completely exposed

because that

is the art


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time spent watching you

precious treasures you reveal

dancing before me


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spoke poems to you

the words simmered on my lips

as you tasted them

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arms in freedom's flight

amateur ballerina

posed almost en pointe

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she awaits my words

praising present and future

the past's vibrations

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goddess discovered

bares herself to wind and wave

dear nature revealed

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similar hearts lost

separate by fate and age

meant for each other

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spreads petals for me

this lovely cinnamon rose

most treasured blossom

a treasured blossom

i watch this cinnamon rose

spread petals for me

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she comes in my dreams

bringing words i cannot hear

touches i can't feel

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thought of you again

remembered a museum

you and i held hands

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don't deny your sins

ecstatic and erotic

such pleasing secrets

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be bold with your words

always speak the strength of love

reveal your desires

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love stripped down to words

satin sins upon your skin

poetic orgy

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slowly his words trace

naked contours of her mind's...

erogenous zones

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oh that younger me

who went places and did things

loving adventures

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In my absences you are present,

In my lacks you are my necessity,

In my wants you are my wishes,

In my days you are the hours,

In my hours you are he minutes

In my minutes you are the seconds

In my any you are my all.

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many before me

have known your love's pleasures

preparing you for me

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more than a garden

she is a landscape of love

desire's flower bed

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all that we have done

all that we desire to do

sanctified sinners

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i've lived a sinful man

damned for having loved too much

forgiving others like me

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we met two strangers

in this land where love commands

and are united

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aphrodite's daughter

touched by a sanctified past

a modern goddess

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noli me tangere

for gods have forsaken me

here in this strange land

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does she wear the art

or is she herself the art

in my mind's museum


Another interpretation...


not just what she wears

she herself the objet d'art

priceless in his eyes

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this urgent flower

blossom aching for release

breathless with her love

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innocence tempted

by the sexual tensions

of mutual needs

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a foolish mistake

once i gave my heart away

and she destroyed it

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two bodies coupling

a scene of carnal innocence

sinless intercourse

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never felt before

this desire for something strange

new way of loving

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a timeless woman

she reveals and exposes

illuminates the past

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someone to hold her

to caress that empty space

that longs to be touched

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steps out of the past

winsome and wind kissed woman

parasol in hand

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many eyes on her

she saw the poet watching

knew he could see her

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our secrets exposed

our naked thoughts on display

our minds undressed


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first time she kissed her

in a daring departure

into secret dreams

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naked flesh and thoughts

honest exposure of truth

a restricted art

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beauty beyond words

rose glows in sun and shadow

blushing cinnamon


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