Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

all her butterflies

stilled their wings beneath his touch...

and blossomed for him

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speaking smiles and tears

her feelings come pouring out...

turns ash to embers

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poet wakens to

random strokes of red and gold...

dawn's sky becomes words

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when i'm in my dark

she's the fire and flame i seek...

sunrise to my night

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lone blossom unfolds

as silent poet watches...

becomes a poem

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ordinary things

extraordinary things...

when we're together

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sweet and gentle smile

touching me with love's starlight...

gleaming messages

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taught her to love him

learned she's lived without laughter...

that's his next challenge

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fears to acknowledge

words she reads so eagerly...

which touch her inside

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exchanging verses

in verbalistic foreplay...

making poetry

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what i would permit

that which you need to explore...

help you find yourself

neither blessing nor curse

merely a true act of love...

which does not bind you

and though others might

you and i won't call it sin...

simply name it love

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lascivious lass

reading ribald risqué rhymes...

secretly sighing

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fingers trace her lips

seeking her moist poetry...

words he wants to taste

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her desire's bow bent

she nocks her tiny arrow...

pleasure's dart shot free

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Copyright Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

though sweet leda flees
zeus the swan must have his way...
so the story goes

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pink and golden clouds
strolling dawn's art museum...
how i start my day

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night melts into day
nature's golds and royal pinks...
palette of the gods

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hear your sudden gasp
feel your body quivering...
for both our pleasures

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arching of her back
quivering body and limbs...
ululating cries

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when something happens
i think i should think of you...
you're already there

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no paint or powder,
eyes lips and kisses enough...
natural beauty

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playing lovers' songs
nature's rain beats symphonies...
snuggling melodies

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hug me with your wind
wash me with your healing rain...
earth be one with me

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close my eyes at night
in my mind you come to me...
the time you are real

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about to touch you
in night's dreams so exciting...
awaken too soon

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i'm in attendance
night's symphonic recital...
music of the stars

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Ancient wood joined
Aromatic cedar perhaps,
Made into a chair
Thousands of years ago
By some unknown
Unnamed craftsman.
I've worked that wood,
Know the feel and smell,
Identify with some
Forgotten carpenter than
The so famous Pharaoh
He served...
In that way...
We too are joined.

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Original poetry copyright by Donovan Baldwin
Leda E Il Cigno circa 1550 by Bartolomeo Ammannati

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we read together
fingers rubbing the letters
of our love story

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reading in the dark
her solo pursuit in braille
illumination

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my thoughts brushed gently
across mind's tender surface
raise expectations

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such tender passions
grasping coupling and gasping
crying out as one

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dreams upon the dawn
small boats my fleet bound for troy
to rescue my love

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lips parted she gasps
my fingers little lovers
our mouths tightly sealed

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She bathes in soft water,
Warm caressing wavelets
Surrounding skin,
Causing sensations, or,
Sin-sations?
She is smilingly
Aware of more
Than simply water
In the bath, but,
All invasive pleasure,
Which fills each
Bit of skin exposed
To the touch of
The silken fluid,
And her own
Gliding hands.

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guide my hands boldly
among your brave caresses
so share your pleasure

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my ten bold fingers
write a thousand fantasies
on your soft pages

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you're so many things
bright butterflies and rainbows
laughter in the night

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i listen for you
words you whisper to my heart
perfect poetry

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well trained soldier i
standing at stiff attention
making bold salute

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let's make love again
this time i'll close my eyes as
you read the poem

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you know exactly
when where and how to touch me
with your hands and words

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dew upon my tongue
mixed with your sweetest honey
flowing from your lips

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i have no desire
to recover from my sins
i liked them too much

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tempted by your heat
lured by your burning flower
molten in your flames

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my special lady
loves to sit upon my knee
daddy's little girl

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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