Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 If she could hear my dreams,

I wonder what she would feel...

What she would say

To me.

In darkness of the early morning

I lay awake in bed

Thinking of her,

Wishing I could say,

So many things.

I drifted back to sleep,

And, in a dream,

She came to me, 

Walking down a long hall,

In a flowing robe,

To where I sat on a sofa.

She sat beside me,

On the arm of the sofa

Leaning over me,

So close

I could have kissed her.

I wish I had.

In my dream we talked.

I used all the words 

I want to use, and,

I like to believe,

She might want to hear.

Words that cannot be spoken

When awake.

Then I awoke, 

The image of her face,

Still in my mind,

If not my eyes.

The pleasure of her visit lingered,

Her nearness still a part,

Of the air around me,

A bit of dream slowly melting away,

To be replaced by the emptiness

Of a reality where

My words could only

Be spoken,

In a dream,

Which she could not hear.

Copyright November 23, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

Each night in darkness your face shines before me,
I reach for you, longing just to touch your cheek.

Then, lost to building lust, I desire to see you,
See more of you, touch you, hold you in my arms,
The pressure of your woman's form against my hard,
Unyielding manhood.

I would dream the words my poet's fingers weave reaching within your heart,
Starting it beating faster as poetic threads of loving warmth,
Move freely to the most sheltered and hidden places
Of your soul and body...

I would share the passion of my dreams and dares with you alone.
If only you could see with my eyes, your own beauty,
Feel the truth of my desire, and begin also to know
Such love as I live with daily,

Before you would be stars and galaxies ablaze with fire.
The sweetest symphonies would fill your very veins with music,
Igniting fires of passion which have been merely embers.

Within your corporeal being would flow a hot and burning fluid,
Fired by love, dreams, fantasies, and desires,
Until...

Bursting forth in glory and in ecstasy then,
As the warmth within your belly, and your soul,
Finds its way to the surface of the woman you are,
Exploding in fantastic, all-consuming,
And, yes, orgasmic crescendo.

Leaving you, with soft doe-like eyes,
And the peaceful afterglow of love,
Safe and secure in the arms of your lover.
Each night in darkness your face fades before me,
I reach for you, longing just to touch your cheek,

But...

You are not there.

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By Donovan Baldwin


In quiet of her bed she lay
At end of yet another day.
Love once more had passed her by,
Alone, a tear crept from her eye.

She saw the face of her dream man
And dreamed the touch of gentle hand,
This lover lay down at her side,
Took her hand, began to guide...

Their fingers moving here and there,
Together touching everywhere,
With each movement of her hand,
She felt the touch of her dream man.

Caressing taut buds on her breasts,
As their hands moved o'er her chest,
And downward slid towards secret place
Her woman's heart began to race.

Faster went the hands of lovers,
As she lay upon the covers,
She moaned as ecstasy grew near,
A song for just a lover's ear.

Her breath grew ragged, shallow, fast,
Until the moment came at last...
In quiet of her bed she lay
Weeping, as he went away.

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