Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

Those little lines on maps,
The smallest, sometimes mere dots,
Most boring lines meandering, but,
Upon the earth, becoming
The most daring routes
Beckoning the foolhardy,
Irrepressible adventurers, and,
Poets, who specialize in turning
Boring lines into beautiful
Pathways of the imagination.

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Embracing in our cozy love nest,
Intimately entwined in search of
Mutually consensual ecstasy,
Each making love to... for... the other,
We reach that consummate state
Of orgasmic bliss, feeding upon
The pleasure given to our lover.

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i'm too old sometimes
the visible part you see...
inside much younger

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so bold is her touch
as if sculptor seeking me...
i pose barely breathe

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skin touched by night's breeze
in moon glow so sensuous...
goddess in the flesh

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i think i taste you
in the flavor of your name...
almost like kisses

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i plant my kisses
hope to cultivate your love...
reap the benefits

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Image: Road Map of the state of Arizona, USA

Labels: Arizona, haiku, kisses, love nest, poems, poetry, taste, touch