Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

clad in filmy gown
hints of her secrets showing
smiling at his ache

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she unfolds blossoms
sees her lover's wide desire
offers sweet tipped tarts

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stripped and naked
such an erotic picture
her entire soul bare

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Lovers often bare themselves.
Nakedness is a common state
For the making of love,
The practice, oh so wonderful,
Of sexual pleasures,
Body to body,
Intertwined and
Penetrating,
But,
To truly bare,
All and everything,
To allow exploration,
Penetration,
Of every crevice
That we hide in,
To walk naked into love
Supremely confident,
Poised and proud,
Because we need never hide,
Be ashamed,
Not only with the one we love,
But the one who truly loves us,
Is the ultimate in making love,
Physically, mentally, emotionally,
With the whole, true, and entire
Persons that we are.

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the rise of your breast
tells me of hidden desires
embers in your eyes

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flower is open
and i inquisitive bee
seek her sweet nectar

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power in the skies
bright undulating lightning
crashing of the storm

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discretely naked
she thinks he cannot love me
he enters and does

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the girls are all gone
and frankly i am happy
women are better

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Aphrodite, Roman copy of 5th C BCE Greek original.

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By Donovan Baldwin

slowly rose the moon
illuminated my love
waiting my embrace

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bright in the moonlight
her naked body aglow
she waits for her love

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with one fleeting touch
i could write love passages
to leave you breathless

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drop your last clothing
stroll seductively to me
blow out the candle

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speak our fantasies
in ways i can understand
poems on your lips

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a birthday party
cake and ice cream us naked
wearing funny hats

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call the world beauty
for that is its natural state
if you've eyes to see

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my impatient heart
longs for you while we're apart
writes words on the wind

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your warmth in my arms
body tight pressed to body
intimate kisses

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my eyes touch her all
caressing in their passing
seeing what's not shown

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restless knowing eyes
matron's mature breast pulses
on love's precipice

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water down her body
in wet curves pouring off her
arousing contours

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: The Fairy Of The Moon (1891) by Hermann Kaulbach

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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

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in cold solitude
i turn my back on the world
your warm hand in mine

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pray petals open
blushing blossom on display
sweet scented nectar

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fingers reach for dreams
neath my hand i think i grasp
the heat of your flesh

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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

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tell me you love me
but say no words make no sound
let your body speak

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peach blossom dances
in heat of burning desire
dripping with nectar

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dewdrops on petals
glistening on blushing bloom
desire's elixir

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breathe her sacred name
shibboleth to open dreams
where we become one

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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

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more precious than gold
she tastes of flowing honey
flavor of her love

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yield yourself to me
not as prisoner or slave
bound but by our love

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lips so soft and warm
your breast a welcome refuge
hold me close with love

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crater of your hips
hidden secret of my dreams
lovingly explored

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curving of body
seduction in word and deed
ultimate lover

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Come with me to the high land,
To the hot desert beside
The brooding mountains,
Deeply engrossed in thoughts,
Beyond the understanding of mortals,
For they have lived so long,
Above the burning desert,
With its dead secrets,
Have seen so much,
Becoming history
That only they remember...
Come with me and
Listen silently with respect,
To their unspoken tales.

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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

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