Thursday, November 14, 2024
MORE THAN A SHADOW, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 12, 2024
more than a shadow
you are creature of magic
dancing in my dreams
skirt flares about you
naked legs so happily
molten in moonlight
excited cheeks flushed
your gaily panting bosom
promises on your skin
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daughter of no king
nor elfin sprite of legend
my mystic woman
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words about her wrists
naked to his sentences
lashed by poetry
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proudly she displays
secrets no one else may see
shameless in her love
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no maidens thank you
old poet warmed by matron muse
finds the sweetest words
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she turned me away
because she was too perfect
all i ever desired
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have you spotted it
what i wrote for you today
a smile on my lips
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she's got a secret
sweet gentle teddy bear
ferocious in bed
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came into my life
making me reveal myself
then she disappeared
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birth until today
no one's ever wanted me
words perhaps not me
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sometimes remembers
all the times that he was spurned
the one time he wasn't
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of all the women
only one ever loved me
one i left behind
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of beasts of the earth
useless sort of animal
this poet creature
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best done in private
this form of masturbation
writing of poems
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erotic poet
an amateur botanist
exploring orchids
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private festival of oral arts
delicious confections whipped up
sweet berries and dripping cream
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untroubled angel
in my arms as sin begins
sweet demonic grin
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first in our family
so odd he's a poet
try to ignore him
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intense the image
rainbow flaming black and white
stripped of its colors
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my one true lover
the woman who reads my words
knows that they're for her
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she seems innocent
and perhaps in ways she is
also sensual
both personas stunning
visible in poetry
which betrays her soul
fires that burned within
needs and wants they failed to grasp
love that caused her pain
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i'll not bother you
until you've invited me
back into your arms
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sweatshirt and flannel
believe me YOU are sexy
it's not the clothes dear
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boots and mini skirt
and that sassy walk of hers
smile over her shoulder
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A soldier, a poet, an adventurer, yet how boyish he seemed in sleep. She looked at him and rolled up in her blanket, the saddle for her pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, he woke, looked at her... a soldier, a poet, and adventurer... how angelic she looked in the moonlight... the memory of their lovemaking flooded his mind and body... and he loved with a love he could never speak.
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ready for adventures
my body can longer handle
but i don't give a damn...
let's do it, baby
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i pretend you care
vut no one has ever before
why on earth would you
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love, poems, poetry, romance
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
IN THE MOONLIGHT AND OTHER ORIGINAL POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 8, 2024
Another natural thing she stands
Bare and naked worshipping Selene,
Eyes lifted skyward, arms outstretched
Welcoming the silver pouring over her body
Aware of how she fills her lover's eyes,
Smiling as, lowering her eyes she sees,
His naked adoration that she,
Naked in moonlight, has inspired.
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makes it seem easy
writes me love words that i read
perfect seduction
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i immerse myself
salt sweet nectar of venus
font of my desire
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pour myself into
your dry and empty places
so long lacking love
you eagerly suckle
brew of mutual desires
keeping some to share
pouring from yourself
filling my empty places
saving more for later
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words from a stranger
touch in most forbidden ways
words from a lover
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berries dipped in cream
sucking her hard-tipped candies
delicious desserts
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as you would for me
secure that love will bring me back
i will wait for you
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i dare give you love
knowing that you must explore
love that you would dare
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kneel naked darling
presenting yourself proudly
goddess of desire
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yes you pose naked
for i choose to write you so
poetic license
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fingers in the stream
seek the source of ecstasy
she paddles upstream
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near me in the dark
ancient paean she intones
fills me with desire
-----
so often pleasure
others will define as sin
badly misused word
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i am consumed by
all the colors of her fire
a passionate byre
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storm surge of my tongue
separating petals
striking blossom's core
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i will let you go
for you must be free to leave
if i'm to keep you
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though goddess you be
don't mock my adoration
respect runs both ways
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naked before me
prepared to give herself for
true and honest love
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never weep for me
the sad way my life ended
words all i had left
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no beauty in myself
let me paint you with my words
pose for me a while
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each day spent alone
only living through my words
until night's darkness
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it's lonely this place called life
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behind simple words
i hide my heartfelt desires
my wish to touch you
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play music softly
so that i may hear my thoughts
singing about you
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love, moonlight, poems, poetry, romance
Monday, August 26, 2024
WHEN YOUR WORDS APPEAR, AND OTHER ORIGINAL POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, AUGUST 4, 2024
when your words appear
i know poetry's arrived
because it's from you
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you frighten yourself
intensity of desires
bursting into flame
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in the august rain
drops tapping out a lover's tune
background to kisses
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didn't mind your sins
and then you accepted mine
shared and compared
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could have anyone
somehow she picked a poet
fairy tale of course
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wish my love to love
who and when and how she will
that is how i love
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suddenly you're here
granting me in loving ways
the gift of yourself
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you are the name of love
the delightful figure in the night
who shares the stars and moon
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never again to know
wild embrace of willing arms
the arching of delight
surging cries of ecstasy
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she so touched my heart
by giving me all of herself
entirely trusting
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how long will linger
thoughts of what we might have had
if fate were kinder
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i left you behind
took my memories with me
cruel to both of us
never forgot you
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watch for you daily
wishing and wondering if...
that's it that's all... if
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never been a lover
yet i've always been in love
with you and you and you
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use me she told me
and so i did what she said
to break my own heart
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never weep for me
pain has all been caused by me
by loving too much
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life's been a struggle
how'd i ever get this far
without dying
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i typed love letters
well disguised as poetry
written just for you
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her eyes filled with love
lips to speak of sweet desire
yet remains faceless
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legs wrapped around me
held up by the wall and me
sex in the hallway
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would you if you could
do that thing you've not yet dared
yet dream of daily
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downpour of desire
daunting deluge of delight
delicious desserts
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wind stirs autumn leaves
raising them in colorful swirls
like billowing skirts
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you left me for dead
yet somehow i found the strength
to follow forever
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picking through your words
finding out your needs and wants
saving them in poems
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i write you often
yet you answer so seldom
yet i write again
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sprawled upon the bed
lovers' new positions of passion
tangled in each other
--...
capturing fingers
tightly woven pathway leads
him to her grotto
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i'm a silent man
just fingers know how to speak
i hope you hear them
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never heard you say
that you cared one bit for me
like i cared fo you
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he immerses her
in another baptism
of a carnal source
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i did it for you
write a poem about me
make me immortal
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Original poetry by Donovan Baldwin, Fort Worth Texas
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, Fort Worth Texas, love poems, passionate poetry, poems, romantic poetry
Wednesday, May 06, 2020
IN THE GRAVEYARD OF ST. LAWRENCE, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN APRIL 3, 2020
Church on Parrot Lane,
Cholesbury, England,
Lay resting
Ancient relatives of mine, cousins,
Exponentially removed by
Space and time from this
20th century Florida lad,
They, loyal (methinks) subjects of
Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth No. 1,
Unaware of our distant relativity,
And what their seed begot.
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paint her in colors
bright and gay and sad and gray...
love her any way
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reality spurs
ideas ephemeral...
like smoke hard to hold
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nearer than my skin
your arms and heart draw me tight...
as two becomes one
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sharing our pleasures
grown out of our strong desires...
blissful enjoyment
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we dine with red wine
exhilarated embrace...
drunk on each other
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her moonlit body
my fingers liquid silver...
erotic drawings
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she steps proudly forth
from her sheltering clothing...
determination
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lovers on the screen
offer little distraction
from our performance
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two lovely warm moons
glowing silver in the night...
my fantasy world
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hothouse rose blushes
observed it rises open...
awaits attention
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let's converse naked
make shameful revelations...
then make love again
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twenty-five percent
no real chance of rain today...
why is the street wet?
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Labels: body, Cholesbury, donovan baldwin, England, erotic, haiku, love, Parrot Lane, poems, poetry, skin, St. Lawrence Church, wine
Monday, April 13, 2020
WINE FLOWING OVER HER BODY, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN MARCH 14, 2020
flowing over her body
my eager lips drink
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i open my lips
she pours her love over them
i drink her sweetness
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loving hummingbird
tongue amid blossom's petals
savors sweet nectar
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hear the thunder roll
watch the lightning burn the sky
my arms around you
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time waited for us
held its breath for us to meet
sighed when we first touched
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is it romantic
or intensely erotic...
perhaps both the same
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take me on a tour
show me all the high hard spots
and tranquil places
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seduces with words
penetrating poetry
and orgasmic odes
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she turns with a smile
accepting my bold challenge
daring in her touch
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i was the hunter
who chased the sweetest prey and
fell into her trap
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my burning body
on fire for the touch of you
your soothing kisses
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silken is the night
i wrapped her in and silver
the moon above her
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sweet fruit she offers
soft globes tipped with tart cherries
warm nectar to drink
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write my name in flames
burning it into your heart
a conflagration
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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love, poems, poetry, romantic, seduces, thunder, wine
Sunday, March 15, 2020
MIX OUR WORDS WITH WINE, AND OTHER POETRY BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, WRITTEN FEBRUARY 14, 2020
mix our words with wine
exchange flavors with our lips
exquisite mélange
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i would eat them all
delicious treats you offer
so sweetly displayed
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sipping from your cup
savoring your loving wine
dripping from our lips
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naked embraces
blissful gratification
medley of desires
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warm water caress
as i guide the shower spray
over your body
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this loving moment
let your inhibitions fall
be true to yourself
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I pick up my words
Examine them,
Weighing and choosing,
Discarding,
Selecting,
For, to create an image
Of the one I love
I must choose only
The most accurate,
And yet romantic,
Erotic,
To describe one
So beautiful,
And so beloved.
At last,
With words in hand,
I begin..
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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Quote: "Wine is bottled poetry", by Robert Louis Stevenson
Labels: caress, donovan baldwin, erotic, poems, poetry, Robert Louis Stevenson, romantic, wine, words
Sunday, September 09, 2018
Someone Called Me "Ethereal". Hmmmmm.
Someone used the word "ethereal" about me recently.
Wow!
Oh, I CAN do "ethereal", and, often, I have sweepingly poetic and romantic moments that DO take me to faraway lands not yet conceived by man. However, I'm actually, despite the poetic, romantic, and, admission here, sometimes erotic, side, I'm essentially a down to earth kind of guy.
Yet while living on the surface of the big blue ball, and aware of its sometimes unpleasant, even dangerous, realities, and, dealing with my own many daily obligations, as a caregiver for disabled family members, my mind DOES take flight from time to time, and wanders around some made up universe, usually based, at least loosely, on this one... but, populated with the people I want to be there and decorated in the manner I choose.
Often, despite usually being stuck on the second floor of my daughter's home in Texas with a view of only a portion of the street below, I am able, in my mind, to find myself in a whitewashed Mediterranean villa, overlooking the sea, surrounded by colorful flowers, serenaded by birdsong and breeze, amid beautiful art, including lots of Greek statuary, writing thoughts and poetry, as I sip coffee in the morning, wine in the evening, with my one true love nearby.
Me? Ethereal?
Yeah! I guess so.
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, Mediterranean, poet, poetic, romantic, writer
