Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 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.

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BY Donovan Baldwin

Belly dance indeed,
Named for a reason
Central point of observation,
Never still for eyes to settle,
Gaze dancing from bright smile
Offering only more secrets
Just as those hinted at
By changing visions of
Breast and thigh and hips,
Face and body and arms,
In constant erotic motion
To the driving beat of
Music intended to arouse
Dancer and watcher.

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my angel lover
halo and robe on the floor
folds me in her wings

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this sweet entrapment
unintended seduction
by her honeyed words

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my second coffee
offering me promises
i hope it will keep

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moonlight lovemaking
isolated incident
or common affair

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you may touch my books
caress their pages with me
share their seduction

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her ancient lover
in a mist of memory
guides her heart and hand

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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dearest instrument
touched with loving lips and hands
music bursting forth

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her voice soaring high
vibrato and tremolo
impure crescendo

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my chest becomes tight
emotions within me swell
i rise overcome

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never without you
each moment of every day
filled with your presence

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- Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: angel, belly dance, coffee, donovan baldwin, lovemaking, lover, moonlight, poems, poetry, seduction