Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 beat of rhythm thrust of thigh

dancer in firelight as i,

entranced, enthralled, on edge of sin,

watch her wicked dance begin

the tempo rises, feet a blur

till all that i can see is her

stripped naked by my burning gaze

burnished by the campfire's blaze

her breasts and hips in constant motion

waves upon desire's deep ocean

a riptide i cannot deny

a siren call i'll not defy,

for sake of love i'll take the chance,

join her in her fervid dance,

my back turned on society,

into the dance of her and me

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By Donovan Baldwin

some poems aren't words
but sighs or gasps moans or looks...
spoken by lovers

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sweet innocence
submitting to our bold desires
two carnal lovers

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breathless with desire
roused by his heated touch
proud turgid tautness

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her hidden dagger
rising at his intrusion
is drawn from its sheathe

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bored she chose to do
something more exciting so...
she played with her toys

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cast raiment aside
society's requirements...
dance naked for me

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two piece pajamas
top for you bottom for me...
on the bedroom floor

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a bedtime story
to relax or stimulate
which one tonight dear

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love's a liquid thing
flowing waters of desire
demanding release

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my mystic writings
my magical poetry
my raison d'être

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss (1793) by Antonio Canova

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