Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

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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THE TASTE YOU LEFT

You left a taste in me
A flavor that lingers
Surpassing what the mouth
Can only sense.
I want my body to savor
Each moment of desire
Fulfilled by your permitted
Access to all that you are,
Woman to be loved
And remembered
And recalled with
Every sense I possess.

- Donovan Baldwin

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weaving through your hair
my fingers take hold gently
stronger with desire

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show me your blossom
pink petals blooming with joy
sweet nectar flowing

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hot bodies entwined
moonlit skins blend into one
loving creation

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his voice rasps in her ear
tells her plainly his intents
she rises expectant

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may i sin with you
as we join our burning flesh
in love's old embrace?

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we two meant to be
exploring love's boundaries
finding there are none

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nerve endings aflame
seeking gratification
her natural mood

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quivering pleasure, as
she, contorted courtesan
writhes in her passions

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Wish I could write words yesterday,
Several years ago, for you to find,
Clues to who I am, was, will be,
So that when you find me
You will recognize the lover,
Who has dreamed you all these years.

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ardently entwined
delightful intimacy
mutual pleasure

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love should be open,
with admiring respect, not
furtive fulfillment

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take and teach, show me...
guide me.... i will comply with
flexible response

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jaunty old roué
not done with admiration
passing, tips his hat

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what am i seeking?
my pleasure in your pleasure...
my ultimate goal

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intimate assault
her tormented recesses
quickened to release

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penance for my sins
not allowed to fall in love
forbidden desire

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