Friday, December 26, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
his poems flooding through her
intimate pleasures
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she is a blank page
place to place intimate words
skin absorbs touches
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an ancient poet
body old but mind still young
writes of memories
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down upon her knees
hums love's ancient song
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afraid to respond
show he's written of her sins
she'll commit again
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kiss upon her neck
bare chest pressed against bare back
arms embracing her
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within a dreamscape
where the wraiths of words wonder
muse and poet roam
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how shall i touch you
take my hand and guide me dear
places you desire
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not her breast or thigh
but the truth her heart reveals
her mind matching mine
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cuddling naked
exhibition of bodies
felt rather than seen
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sunlight and shadow
meditates among branches
in nature's embrace
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mantra of lifetimes
my heart first whispered your name
in some ancient past
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button says a lot
that one you left unfastened
our private pleasure
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babe at the nipple
extracting parents' essence
for body and soul
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goddess on the wing
the niké of samothrace
embodied woman
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give her everything
even the sins she desires
protect her from harm
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inner shards quiver
as she begs to be shattered
crystal entreatments
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what's done in secret
as she recalls the last time
they were together
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after destruction
unintentional phoenix
rekindling herself
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smiles her sweetest smile
honestly presents her love
strongly seductive
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just beyond my reach
wisps of a departing dream
the end of each night
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my words will move you
and will be adored by you
like i never will
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my days are over
my actions have become words
time's wind blows away
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smoke from distant fires
ancient fables on the wind
touch the wild within
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Likes to show off her thighs.
A sight that catches my eyes.
I love all her muscle,
As she shakes her bustle,
Exciting my butterflies
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burning with passion
desire's heat softens her heart
a candle melting
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pulsing with desire
i can see her through my words
her hot blood glowing
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Come, let me hold you, darling,
Hold you tight in my arms.
Come, let me hold you, darling,
As I gaze upon your charms.
Come, let me hold you, darling,
Through each night into the day.
Come, let me hold you, darling,
Never let you go away.
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she never leaves me
like beatrice to dante
my eternal muse
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bereft of gown and glow
appearing in her angelic form
offers herself as heaven
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gracefully gliding
delightfully feminine
seductively swirling
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reasons sometimes go
yet the memories remain
becoming reasons
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her two lips sweet words
i weave them into poems
written with kisses
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Labels: donovan baldwin, erotica, love poems, poems, poetry, romantic poems
Monday, December 01, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
Venus has been born,
Beauty emerging from sea,
Ocean's salt liqueur,
Heralds the birth of goddess,
And the lust she shall invoke.
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accompany you
through dens of iniquity
where we share our love
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spank me she whispers
lays herself across his lap
awaits her reward
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she won't hide from me
for our secrets are the same
needing to be shared
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she suspects i watch
her body starts to tremble
knowing whet i see
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brings him his belt
naked ass exquisite pleasure
she begs him for pain
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The daughter of Anne Boleyn,
Elizabeth first was so thin,
Her twenty-one inch waist,
So tightly was laced,
With a corset to squeeze her in.
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coiled about us
bindings made of love and lust
and silken desires
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on quivering skin
his invasive syllables
find their within
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sharing her pleasure
open to the world she walks
her mission is love
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she'd not dared to show
intensity of desires
that he'd praise her for
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ebony her hair
with gray cursive curls within
halo of passion
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caress on my skin
like a flowing summer breeze
touching all over
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lifetime of giving
among people who just take
till almost empty
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pierced by passion's spear
body burned by constant flames
swallows love's liqueur
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hands on trembling pen
together we write of love
cursive lines that burn
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sin has not scarred her
good and bad created her
this woman you love
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greeted a stranger
welcoming him to her land
where all could share love
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poems to someone
"beautiful and far away"
in hopes she reads them
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She stared into the night. So many secrets. So many hidden things. So much condemnation when she revealed herself. Then she met the poet. His words seemed not only to absolve her, but to praise the intensity of her loving spirit. Hesitantly, she revealed secret by secret, sin by sin... and he listen. He smiled. He nodded. He spoke quietly, "You're safe to be yourself. You're with me, now," and she felt the chains break and the cage doors open.
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dips into her pool
creates ripples of desire
over her lips' edge
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she craves the big sins
the i have done it all sins
with him at her side
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carefully she kept
collections of fine pleasures
he had shared with her
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face behind the face
a demon or a beauty
which is hiding whom
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my lover disrobes
a mature mortal woman
a goddess dancing
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finely tuned pleasures
internal vibrations
crystal arias
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make me no excuse
bring me your joys and sorrow
to share together
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anthem aria
words of a forgotten song
poem on the night
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Now I don't want any drama,
Because I have ordered a llama,
It comes from Peru,
And in a week or two,
I'll be a proud llama mama.
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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, you might enjoy his essay, Living Like A Slave In The Modern World.
Labels: Anne Boleyn, donovan baldwin, Elizabeth, erotic poems, Fort Worth poet, love poems, poems, poetry
Friday, November 14, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
we flee to eden
our paradise of pleasures
without sin or shame
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set her spirit free
how he wanted to love her
never to tame her
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i think i see you
secret wishes words desires
you dare not display
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first time exciting
so shameless and innocent
lasting memory
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i grant no freedom
for freedom is love's birthright
always free with me
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patch of velvet moss
my love's enticing grotto
where i rest my head
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amid folds and swirls
her silver nectar courses
pursued by his lips
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two similar souls
hedonistic partnership
craving the same sins
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from her box of toys
we mutually select
our evening's pleasures
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two similar souls
hedonistic partnership
craving the same sins
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i hope you make love
not with me but one you love
i can love that much
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Sometimes I say nothing,
Because I have so much to say,
And so few words to say it.
Sometimes I wish that you
Could read the silences of my heart,
And hear the echoes of my longing.
Sometimes I listen for the sounds
That I know I might never hear
Our laughter in the rain.
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words were never said
wrote our private poetry...
lips across her skin
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an artful goddess
arising and arousing
most freely exposed
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Upon the winds of time
An ancient tale in rhyme
A goddess alluring,
Desert sands swirling
Song of a love so sublime.
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intentional words
reveal more than conceal
her poet entralled
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trembles in his hands
softly quivering crystal
short of shattering
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cannot paint you nude
beautiful though that may be
so write what i see
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pleasure's passages
aphrodite's instruction...
i bend to my task
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i cannot own you
only wish you happiness
pleased by your pleasure
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She felt gladly exposed, as
Each new piece of clothing fell,
The touch of air and eyes
Causing skin to quiver,
Visible signals of desire,
Spoke of the rising
Of the secrets which
Had been hidden so long,
But now burst forth as
Fingers set them free.
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my words in her hands
vibrating with my passion
thrusting her upward
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thinks i cannot see
her whirlwind of passion
her mask hides little
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she savors tartness
slick and salty like the sea
cream of temptation
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nakedly waiting
there somewhere beyond the door
she hopes he'll open
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she cannot lay stil
neath his kisses and caresses
arching she cries out
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each inch and entry
on and in your savory skin
delicious to taste
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frightened doe at first
stepping wide-eyes from her fears
into love's meadow
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frightened by passion
she stepped bide-eyed from shadows
to bright excitement
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sometimes it's just us
sometimes we're part of a pack
loving together
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I'll never own you
but i will be at your side
in pain and pleasure
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each day's a struggle
carrying all the burdens
life has bequeathed me
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it's not merely lust
love with a higher purpose
receiving much more
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If you enjoyed these poems by Donovan Baldwin, you might also enjoy his recent essay,
How Wise That Is.
Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic, love poems, nsfw, poems, poetry
Sunday, November 02, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
your body and soul laid bare
trusting in my love
all that you hid behind
cast aside so i could see
desires wants and needs
so bravely revealed
how could i not fall in love
with one so much like me
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two secret lovers
touch each other with hot words
saved and repeated
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learning to love you
before seeing or touching
could be how it should be
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just love the poet
there's no need to love the man
his time's almost done
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treats no tricks says she
as she sits upon my knee
wearing eve's costume
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ere this angel fell
stole eve from the devil's arms
to love forever
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lovers cannot touch
comparing their dreams amid
ghosts of dead roses
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bathing in his words
bravely exposing herself
untamed she rises
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i'm not one to love
ragged shell of what i was
just my mind still young
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old age catches up
slowly body succumbs to
time's relentless tide
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never a boyfriend
or a lover at this age
just an old poet
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hurry and wake love
so many sins we desire
await our passion
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gown of see-through words
corset of sheer poetry
poet's boudoir pic
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a passionate glow
illuminates as we explore
our fiery secrets
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i helpless hopeless
time rolls inexorably
destroying all dreams
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briefly she was here
wrapping her words around mine
and left me echoes
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can't we just share joy
the pleasure of each other
love all that matters
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modern streets not troy
no helen she but human
yet i fight for her
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Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poems, poems, poetry, sexy poems
Sunday, October 26, 2025
burning in private places
she beats at the flames
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image on my mind
all day i remember how
we wished it to be
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none would understand
our colorful fantasies
in this dull gray world
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i desire to do
the most lascivious acts
as you watch me sin
then you take a turn
giving yourself to others
watching me watch you
sharing our bodies
drinking ejaculations
of bodily fluids
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i just want to know
your so-called sins excite me
all you dare to share
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does she dare reply
even if but with a click
her heart left exposed
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wonder where you've gone
you were here a little while
was i too daring
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i can see your fires
as your secret needs take flame
in burning places
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none ever touched me
or put their arms around me
to make me feel loved
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thought she'd never find
one who understood her love
loved her how she loved
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amidst passion's storm
a hidden orchid blooms
within its own rain
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anoints my body
her consecrated nectar
a blessed giving
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private recital
fingering love's instrument...
such stirring chords struck
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button by button
exposing more than her heart
lifting more than his
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you sit facing me
surrender to titty play
soft orgasmic sighs
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if i could teach you
your sins were not sins to me
but steps to freedom
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drink and breathe i must
eat but have no appetite
love without return
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your tongue licks your lips
as each button comes undone
and a rose appears
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loving you daily
unable to love myself
the way that you do
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we're adam and eve
wandering our own eden
loving endlessly
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torridly tempting
her mind before her body
i had to have both
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how often I've failed
despite my best intentions
and earnest efforts
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speak with your body
name the sins we shall commit
show me how and where
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my hopeless searching
through all of my poetry
hoping to find you
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i have dined with her
her silver nectar flowing
over honeyed treats
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read what i put down
knew at once they were for her
loving words i wrote
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such expressive eyes
i look and make up poems
thoughts i read within
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two impossibly
entwined beneath black rainbows
their bodies on fire
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Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poetry, Fort Worth poet, love poems, micro poetry, poems, poetry
Friday, October 17, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
long have i loved you
through my silences and words
my many failures
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when warriors weep
and the poet's pen is stilled
love will stand waiting
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sweet cinnamon skin
salty tang to tracing tongue
dark delicious cream
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she's no longer young
she's experienced and tired
in search of understanding
to be loved for herself
the body bearing marks of time
the mind in search of thoughts
desiring internal ecstasies
after which she can rest in his arms
that's what he's seeking
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no negligee please
just enter the room naked
trail of clothes behind
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you've exposed yourself
made a public piece of art
prized by all and me
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enough of a boy
to yet enjoy the pleasures
dull adults cannot
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two kindred spirits
seeking one another out
unable to touch
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a modern facade
hides fabled queen incarnate
that i clearly see
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rose held to her throat
thorns about to open veins
of blood red poems
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how eager she is
sharing pleasures of the flesh
simply for love's sake
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how can i resist
pain i cannot live without
passions you inspire
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he and his lady spar
among objet d'art
in glistening white
settle down for a night
of loving the way they are
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sharp intake of breath
as i'm once more touched by you
memories arise
-----
haven't forgotten
all those sexy interludes
lascivious pleasures
-----
would you share with me
all that flows from pleasure's cup
once more like before
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two who love so hard
in every possible way
sharing adventures
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we had so much fun
shared exotic erotics
each possible way
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open mind like mine
body and soul made for love
we're so similar
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Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, micropoetry, poems, poetry
Sunday, October 12, 2025
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| DONOVAN BALDWIN - POET |
stories i can't tell
times that you and i made love
in secret places
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i've so many words
i can use to describe you
how you make me feel
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if you only knew
how many times every day
i try to find you
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when she's all alone
a time for private pleasures
solo adventures
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as i stand exposed
her fingers seek to mold me
as if i were clay
-----
touch me just one time
as if you meant to please me
make me feel wanted
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words a silken gown
rustling across her bare skin
causing arousal
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hold me just one time
make me feel that i belong
for a while at least
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singing our love songs
neath a silent silver moon
revealing secrets
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naked in the night
lovers turn their skins silver
moonbathe together
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weaving with my words
translucent gown for my love
to touch her for me
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lonely without you
echoing in heart and mind
my words so empty
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licking sinful lips
she's mellow with a slow burn
a honeyed vodka
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Alone in the dark on Gibraltar,
As her courage began to falter,
Then a monkey she met,
Became more than a pet,
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People think they're doing good
By being nice to me
I know it's just a subterfuge,
So they feel good, you see.
No one's ever wanted me,
Much less to be nearby,
Through all my many failures,
Give comfort as I cry.
I've never known what love is,
That feeling so sublime,
That someone loving me can give,
It's never been my time.
Each day has been a lonely thing,
In night's darkness so alone,
Never finally fell at peace,
Except when life has gone.
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she's dressed for the office
but her mind is somewhere else
nakedly exposed
-----
Pumpkins in the fall,
To Isabella do call,
Earth tones abound,
Falling leaves all around,
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i cannot help it
you awaken my old sins
and present desires
-----
life has come to this
ancient wreck of words and deeds
on the rocks of time
-----
Donovan Baldwin
If you enjoyed these poems, you might enjoy this random selection of micropoetry by Donovan Baldwin
Labels: donovan baldwin, love poems, micropoetry, poems, poetry, sad poems
Sunday, October 05, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
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| Donovan Baldwin |
we discovered sin
in dark beside the bay
teens beneath the moon
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drawings of lovers
living out their fantasies
lines intersecting
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too damn old you see
for feelings my heart contains
dreams of yesterday
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been thinking of you
wonder if you think of me
wishing that you would
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what sins have you done
that i haven't done myself
living and loving
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those "heathen idols"
nakedly expressing truths
we cannot admit
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always with respect
even when we both consent
to exceed love's bounds
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Expeditions on unexplained shores.
Seeking to open locked doors,
Chasing her dreams
For the pleasure it brings,
Heather Amaro explores.
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my darkness within
inner scars, still bleeding wounds
eternal injuries
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before sleep takes me
i remember holding her
naked bodies joined
-----
those exciting nights
my lover revealed to me
pleasures of desire
-----
if you love ignore
body shape and skin color
meaningless metrics
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arms around my neck
binding me to panting breast
her mouth seeking mine
-----
but would she kiss him
creature from another time
or just love his words
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she touches my words
but never has she touched me
i'll wait like always
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he spills poetry
all over her naked mind
like cold words on skin
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no kisses for me
no eager feral fondling
nor cries of content
-----
sexy fully clothed
it's never what she's wearing
but how she wears it
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rosebud's nymph
rising casting off its veils
delicate but proud
reaping her tiny fig
plucking tiny fruit to taste
among sweet juices
breathlessly explore
up and down her little hill
along its ridges
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i stoop to admire
her mysterious jewel
among pastel folds
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her words appearing
just above love's horizon
warm pastels of dawn
-----
If I may speak so bold,
My ears will never be cold
Laying back on the bed,
Your thighs round my head,
As my tongue explores each fold.
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poet at his best
a god creating eden
adam to his eve
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sweet dreams or nightmares
hold my hand demand my arms
however you feel safe
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words upon her skin
dripping as if heated wax
delicate places
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Labels: donovan baldwin, micropoetry, poems, poetry
Sunday, July 20, 2025
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
but never quite well enough
for me not to know
your boundaries dissolve
before rushing floods of love
you shouldn't but you will
your eyes tell me all
as you take my hand and turn
leading me within
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you guided my hand
places it was meant to be
upon your body
taught it where to stop
the way that spot was touched
bring moans to your lips
tempo and rhythm
perfect pressure and motion
for both our pleasures
------
Labels: donovan baldwin, mild erotica, poems, poetry, romantic poetry, secrets
Saturday, February 15, 2025
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| Poet Robert W. Service |
Robert W. Service is best known for his vivid and rhythmic poetry that captures the spirit of the Klondike Gold Rush. Here's a breakdown of his work and why it remains popular:
Key Characteristics of Robert Service's Poetry:
- Narrative Style:
- Service excelled at telling stories through his poems. Many of his works are ballads, featuring strong characters and dramatic events.
- Vivid Imagery:
- He painted pictures with words, bringing the rugged landscapes and harsh conditions of the Yukon to life.
- Rhythmic Verse:
- His poems are known for their strong, memorable rhythms and rhymes, making them enjoyable to read aloud.
- Themes of Adventure and Survival:
- His work often explores themes of adventure, hardship, and the human spirit's resilience in the face of adversity.
- Popular Works:
- "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" are among his most famous poems. These works have become iconic representations of the Klondike era.
Here are some key points about Robert W. Service:
- He was often called "The Bard of the Yukon."
- His poetry resonated with a wide audience due to its accessible style and engaging storytelling.
- He also wrote poetry about world war one, and other subjects.
- His works remain popular to this day.
To get a good feel for his work, I recommend reading these well known poems:
- "The Cremation of Sam McGee"
- "The Shooting of Dan McGrew"
- "The Spell of the Yukon"
I hope this helps.
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Labels: donovan baldwin, poems, poetry, Robert W. Service
