Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

the nudes of renoir
tangible impressionism
body and senses

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quivering with want
awaiting satisfaction
anticipation

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undulating need
dance to a lusty refrain
only she can hear

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alone in her lust
desiring hot caresses
what's a girl to do

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glistening body
tastes of salt and her desire
as i drink her love

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gliding cross your skin
fingertips arousing me
as they arouse you

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flowing through my veins
the drug which you feed to me
within your kisses

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touch the bloom's middle
it opens in surrender
yields up its honey

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saved one precious rose
placed it on a shelf somewhere
reminds me of you

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let my touches move
through your shy secret garden
of blushing petals

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do you know my world
of flowers and sunrises
and thoughts about you

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carved from pure marble
lightly clad nymph emerges...
seeking a lover

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Nude Seated Bather 1914 by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Labels: anticipation, blushing, desire, donovan baldwin, impressionism, lust, lusty, nudes, petals, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, poems, poetry, rose, skin

By Donovan Baldwin

stroking the petals
seeking the flower's last song
rapt in its rhythm

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fingers play within
caressing blushing petals
solo crescendo

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morning caresses
sleepy purrings of pleasure
becoming deep growls

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she averts her eyes
ladylike in demeanor
smiles sneaking a peek

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hide not true feelings
a real lady may display
honorable lust

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caressing ribbons
she neath my words thoughts gazes
hidden and then seen

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Don't seek hidden meanings
In what I write.
Oh, they're there, but,
They are my meanings,
Blended in from
My life experiences,
My pains,
My pleasures,
My beliefs,
Truisms
And fallacies.
But, you cannot know that all,
Nor see with my eyes.
See with your own,
And find your own truths.

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i sing for today
yesterday's songs are over
tomorrow's not born

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we watch the bright moon
it's in its place we in ours
apart in her light

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you are in my heart
free to stay and free to leave
never really gone

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you are poetry
words and rhythms within me
origin and end

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my colorful words
woven within errant thoughts
written tapestry

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take in what i can
keep some lose some give up some
my eclectic art

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in my solitude
i searched within for beauty
found it around me

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Bare feet on hot white sand,
The offshore wind
A constant song in my ears,
The sun warming me
From head to toe,
The waters of the bay
Whispering over and over,
The same story
That oceans tell
To boys all about the world
On the edge of all their oceans.

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, flower, hidden meanings, life experiences, petals, poems, poetry, solitude, solo crescendo

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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