Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poem, Fort Worth poet

Her amorous intruder

Enters her garden

Through the portal

She left open.

She...

Goddess of the garden,

Shivers with delight

As he opens,

Brushes past her gates.

Once captive inside

She feels deeply each of

His questing movements.

His headlong rush

And retreat

Along her inner path.

Soft petals trembling

Driven back and forth

At each intemperate passage.

One tiny bloom rising to meet

Each new assault and retreat

With each deeper thrust

Into her secret depths.

Until at last he

Lies gasping upon

The bed they cultivated,

Savoring the seed they planted,

Lost within her dewy petals,

Both victorious in defeat.

Gracious to the last,

Her intruder gently withdraws,

Leaving marks and trails

Of their garden tryst,

Thirsty kisses left as

Reward upon her tiny soldier,

Who strove so bravely to the end,

And among trembling petals

Of her weeping blossom.

Copyright November 20, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poem, garden of love, poetry, sensual interlude, tryst

 By Donovan Baldwin

In 1975, two young bodies entwined,

Naked in their bedroom,

Window open, able to watch 

Children at play outside,

As they made love.

Hot summer day in Florida,

And they sweat, no matter

What they do,

But,

No matter,

What they do is hot as well.

Naked and familiar, yet today,

That day,

Somehow different with 

The sheen of sweat, which,

Unintrusive,

Becomes part of the lovemaking.

Breasts and nipples become salty treats,

Sweat becomes another

Lubricant of love making,

Mingling with the juices

Which make an even more slippery, slidy, 

Entrance to her warm, comforting, exciting,

Chamber of love.

So, I enter easily, and,

Raising on my arms, begin,

The thrust, thrust, thrust,

Her hips rising to meet me,

Moist bodies slapping together.

She speaks words that mothers 

Are not expected to say,

But, hot lovers may.

The thrusting becomes faster and faster,

The slapping of the bodies harder,

The penetration even deeper.

Her shining, sweat covered body twists,

And turns,

And thrusts, thrusts, THRUSTS,

As she bites her lip to stifle,

The ecstatic scream which is part of her orgasm,

So the children playing outside will not hear,

Their wanton mother.

As she twitches and holds her hips high,

I thrust into the wonderfully slippery,

Canal which, with wave after wave, 

Tightens and releases, 

Until...

I cannot help myself and add

My liquid contribution to the 

Hot and mingled confluence.

Slick naked bodies entwined,

Gasping from the efforts,

Laughing at the secret,

Shared from neighbors

We can hear outside,

And children

Playing.

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poem, Florida, lovemaking, naked couple, summer

By Donovan Baldwin

Secretly, alone,
You find the sweet spots,
Begin the magic touches,
Wishing,
Wishing my hands were there,

And there,

And there...

Doing that,

And this...

Faster and harder,

And...

Suddenly you realize,
I AM there,
Watching...

Heart pounding you hesitate,
Wondering,
Uncertain,
Ready to feel embarrassed,
Ashamed.

And...

Then I smile,
Sit on the bed beside you,
Run my hand over your body,
Leaving kisses and caresses
On your most sensitive,
Most aroused places...

Whispering of love
And...
How beautiful you look like that...

Encouraging you to continue,
Touching your hand...
Pressing...
Guiding...

Once more you begin,
This time with my touch,
Helping to drive you to the top,
Your fingers moving faster and faster...

I am holding you as your orgasm
Takes over your body,
All your senses,
Causes you to gasp, moan,
Arch your back...
Quiver...
Shiver with the pleasure
Sweeping through you,
Letting it all take you

As I watch...

Holding you,
In my loving arms...

Holding you...

As you snuggle comfortably against me...
Happy and content at last,
That I, your lover, felt it all
Know it all,
Has seen it all,
Has shared it all...

And...
Loves you for letting me in.

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poem, female masturbation, love poem, poem, poetry