Monday, March 09, 2020
IN SEARCH OF A ROSE, AND OTHER POETRY WRITTEN BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, JANUARY 25, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
in search of a rose
i wandered into your garden
found your soft petals
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my words ecstatic
sadness, gladness, hate, and love
written in fullness
-----
in cold solitude
i turn my back on the world
your warm hand in mine
-----
pray petals open
blushing blossom on display
sweet scented nectar
-----
fingers reach for dreams
neath my hand i think i grasp
the heat of your flesh
-----
I would not hold back the sun
But, there is that moment
In each arriving dawn,
When I wish the day
Would wait a moment,
Allow me to savor that
Morning glow that appears
Up in the sky and in my breast.
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the glow on your cheeks
deep rise and fall of your breast
says much more than words
-----
tell me you love me
but say no words make no sound
let your body speak
-----
peach blossom dances
in heat of burning desire
dripping with nectar
-----
dewdrops on petals
glistening on blushing bloom
desire's elixir
-----
breathe her sacred name
shibboleth to open dreams
where we become one
-----
Upon the air a hint of Spring,
A coming of flowers,
And new leaves upon the trees,
Sporting blossoms and birds,
As their festival attire,
Neath the long blue sky
Which will stretch across
The vault of the heavens,
Touched with gold and
Colors of empire at
Each end of the day.
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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
in search of a rose
i wandered into your garden
found your soft petals
-----
my words ecstatic
sadness, gladness, hate, and love
written in fullness
-----
in cold solitude
i turn my back on the world
your warm hand in mine
-----
pray petals open
blushing blossom on display
sweet scented nectar
-----
fingers reach for dreams
neath my hand i think i grasp
the heat of your flesh
-----
I would not hold back the sun
But, there is that moment
In each arriving dawn,
When I wish the day
Would wait a moment,
Allow me to savor that
Morning glow that appears
Up in the sky and in my breast.
-----
the glow on your cheeks
deep rise and fall of your breast
says much more than words
-----
tell me you love me
but say no words make no sound
let your body speak
-----
peach blossom dances
in heat of burning desire
dripping with nectar
-----
dewdrops on petals
glistening on blushing bloom
desire's elixir
-----
breathe her sacred name
shibboleth to open dreams
where we become one
-----
Upon the air a hint of Spring,
A coming of flowers,
And new leaves upon the trees,
Sporting blossoms and birds,
As their festival attire,
Neath the long blue sky
Which will stretch across
The vault of the heavens,
Touched with gold and
Colors of empire at
Each end of the day.
-----
Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: blossom, breast, donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, rose, shibboleth, soft petals, solitude
Sunday, January 19, 2020
POEMS WRITTEN JANUARY 3, 2020 BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
the gown i picture you in
i can see your love
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As poet I have neither
Morality or scruples
Time nor direction
Nor other limiting
Dimensions which
Constrain or restrain
For I must put down
Naked emotion and desire
In trust that each reader
Will understand my
Poetic lusts
And forgive me
My innocent sins.
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place my words on you
guide them instead of my hands
to give you pleasure
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and if she craves more
still has not been satisfied
i'll be there for her
-----
i decorate you
most immodestly in ways
to inflame desires
-----
our eager bodies
tangled within silken sheets
let's sin together
-----
between our touches
beneath tender caresses
we become lovers
-----
how feral it feels
this desire for your touches
hot animal pleasure
-----
old lips not cold lips
loving experienced hands
and a well trained heart
-----
you ripple through me
unending force of nature
blending our beings
-----
I left you alone too long,
Too lonely alone too long,
And coming home,
I found you did things
Without me.
And I was
Embarrassed,
Afraid I had hurt you,
But, you looked at me,
Invited me to join you,
And I did,
And you did it alone
Together with me,
And I never left you alone,
Too long again,
Because it was more fun
Doing it with you,
Everything.
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dance of your blossom
entices this humble bee
craving your honey
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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: blossom, caresses, dance, donovan baldwin, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, touches
Thursday, August 15, 2019
THE TASTE YOU LEFT, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
THE TASTE YOU LEFT
You left a taste in me
A flavor that lingers
Surpassing what the mouth
Can only sense.
I want my body to savor
Each moment of desire
Fulfilled by your permitted
Access to all that you are,
Woman to be loved
And remembered
And recalled with
Every sense I possess.
- Donovan Baldwin
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weaving through your hair
my fingers take hold gently
stronger with desire
-----
show me your blossom
pink petals blooming with joy
sweet nectar flowing
-----
hot bodies entwined
moonlit skins blend into one
loving creation
-----
his voice rasps in her ear
tells her plainly his intents
she rises expectant
-----
may i sin with you
as we join our burning flesh
in love's old embrace?
-----
we two meant to be
exploring love's boundaries
finding there are none
-----
nerve endings aflame
seeking gratification
her natural mood
-----
quivering pleasure, as
she, contorted courtesan
writhes in her passions
-----
Wish I could write words yesterday,
Several years ago, for you to find,
Clues to who I am, was, will be,
So that when you find me
You will recognize the lover,
Who has dreamed you all these years.
-----
ardently entwined
delightful intimacy
mutual pleasure
-----
love should be open,
with admiring respect, not
furtive fulfillment
-----
take and teach, show me...
guide me.... i will comply with
flexible response
-----
jaunty old roué
not done with admiration
passing, tips his hat
-----
what am i seeking?
my pleasure in your pleasure...
my ultimate goal
-----
intimate assault
her tormented recesses
quickened to release
-----
penance for my sins
not allowed to fall in love
forbidden desire
-----
A flavor that lingers
Surpassing what the mouth
Can only sense.
I want my body to savor
Each moment of desire
Fulfilled by your permitted
Access to all that you are,
Woman to be loved
And remembered
And recalled with
Every sense I possess.
- Donovan Baldwin
-----
weaving through your hair
my fingers take hold gently
stronger with desire
-----
show me your blossom
pink petals blooming with joy
sweet nectar flowing
-----
hot bodies entwined
moonlit skins blend into one
loving creation
-----
his voice rasps in her ear
tells her plainly his intents
she rises expectant
-----
may i sin with you
as we join our burning flesh
in love's old embrace?
-----
we two meant to be
exploring love's boundaries
finding there are none
-----
nerve endings aflame
seeking gratification
her natural mood
-----
quivering pleasure, as
she, contorted courtesan
writhes in her passions
-----
Wish I could write words yesterday,
Several years ago, for you to find,
Clues to who I am, was, will be,
So that when you find me
You will recognize the lover,
Who has dreamed you all these years.
-----
ardently entwined
delightful intimacy
mutual pleasure
-----
love should be open,
with admiring respect, not
furtive fulfillment
-----
take and teach, show me...
guide me.... i will comply with
flexible response
-----
jaunty old roué
not done with admiration
passing, tips his hat
-----
what am i seeking?
my pleasure in your pleasure...
my ultimate goal
-----
intimate assault
her tormented recesses
quickened to release
-----
penance for my sins
not allowed to fall in love
forbidden desire
-----
Labels: blossom, boundaries, donovan baldwin, fingers, flexible response, haiku, hair, hot bodies, loving taste, petals, pleasure, poems, poetry, write words
