Saturday, March 14, 2026
POEMS - YES, SHE'S LOVED BEFORE
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
yes she's loved before
| DONOVAN BALDWIN |
certain she will love again
happy she loves me
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a true love offers
all the pleasures of this life
and its adventures
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would you dare repeat
share the echo of desires
mutual wishes
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a bedtime story
one he whispers in her ear
a happy ending
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lewd exploration
fingers finding her secret
control her climax
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afar he adores
where grows cinnamon sweet rose
a garden of one
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she hides in the mist
wonders if he notices
becomes a poem
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her nude portrait hangs
neath sit model and artist
each proud their own way
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longing to be touched
she removes all obstacles
from mind and body
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satin on her skin
poems make her visible
revealing her needs
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she admits the truth
how much his poems touch her
warming her inside
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she'd do anything
for the love he has to give
and he would for her
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thin sheet separates
his desires from all of hers
so sheerly defined
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beyond jealousy
your desire for excitement
arousing exploits
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cinnamon blossom
glazed with her honeyed nectar
makes my mouth water
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love has no color
real love has no size or shape
love's real without these
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love without limits
who the heart knows it desires
must be fully loved
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lovers sharing art
beauty of the human form
and relationships
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Woman without artifice,
Says Egyptians started this,
Most appropriately dressed,
She openly confessed,
I watched so nothing was missed.
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along love's edges
we dare ourselves to explore...
daily excursions
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if i were artist
i would sculpt us you and i
like god and goddess
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which hole is next love
should i cum in or on you
coat with golden dew
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two naked bodies
bathing in fluid moonlight
washing away sins
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entwined in darkness
skin to skin our poetry...
of silent touches
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colorful desires
exciting and enticing...
within her rainbow
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their heartfelt desire
bringing of love to the world
no one a stranger
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Smiling at her bygone errors,
Sweeping exploits mid beguiling bearers,
She adores all hidden treasures,
Found while exploring love's pleasures,
The most daring student of darers.
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his eyes upon her
no longer invisible
he sees her clearly
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words upon a screen
all she really knows of him
all he really is
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sometimes she's lonely
wanting so much to share love
bare all her desires
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questions one by one
stripped her naked before me
wearing but a smile
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she's no hothouse rose
this intriguing wildflower
along poet's way
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she appears demure
sensible clothes quiet smile...
as her body burns
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These sheets smell like you
Though they are brand new.
They remind me of what's past,
A love that couldn't last,
But, for a moment in the air,
Your presence lingers there.
All that's left, I cannot see,
Yet I have this memory.
You'll always be here,
Always present, always near.
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most erotic scene
no video can capture
our moonlit passions
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i know what you did
of the solo that you sang
your body music
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most tempting puzzle
she's simply complicated
maze i untangle
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eyes of a poet
so constantly can see...
you in each woman
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plucking and strumming
upon body's instruments
carnal symphonies
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her hands hold secrets
gaze inviting him to seek
her rising roses
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betrayed behind lace
dark rosettes seen as shadows
o'er love's triangle
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some might call it sin
honest need she has to please
all possible ways
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after all her years
trapped within propriety...
embraces freedom
-----
the shape of her soul
color of her heart and mind
woman as lover
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forgive my darkness
when the constant nightmares come
and ancient wounds bleed
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archaeologist
history's mysteries bared
she clothes the ancients
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exposes herself
sure that in his love for her
he smiles with pleasure
a giver of love
doing what she needs to do
for that he loves her
her heart made happy
that he understands love's truth
loves her as she is
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soft are her petals
gleaming with desire's sweet dew
waiting to be kissed
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approaching the edge
i hesitate and hold back
ladies always first
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whispers in her ear
bold erotic promises
beginning foreplay
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i'm never jealous
she is free to live and love
as she's loving me
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it is not a sin
these daring desires she feels
he encourages
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sensual roses
duplicating her blossom
covered with sweet dew
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sharing tidbits of
her erotic appetites
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i hope my words please
touch you in a special way
make you smile and sigh
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among the flowers
blooms one blossom of wellness
healing all with love
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the wind chime's silence
answer to a poet's prayer
the space between words
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let the sheet fall love
gliding softly over skin
your smile all you wear
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divided pajamas
i wore bottom you wore top
but not very long
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i asked and she smiled
i knew i touched her somewhere
caught her by surprise
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the woman you are
exciting adventurous
daring love's edges
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too old to matter
yet writing as if i do
to stop is to die
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softly satin sheets
reveal the secrets they hide
sliding and gliding
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watching the ocean
holding on to memories...
stirred by its waves
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among her teardrops
thoughts she swore she'd never reveal
slowly appearing
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they might never know
if you truly felt their love
unless you tell them
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movements of water
moments sun sets and rises
on mind's horizon
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Sometimes silence is the highest form of respect.
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finding truth sinful
society demanding
wearing of fig leaves
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aphrodisiac
in her lover's cup she holds
a taste of honey
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words more than worlds
gaze blink nova of desire
soundless ecstasies
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poet never knows
have his words touched her or not
he can only hope
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touch where i have been
gather up the dew i left
to sweeten kisses
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in airy peplos
her intimate offering
to gods forgotten
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nature is sexy
intimately revealing
roses without shame
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can't let others know
sins and secrets he accepts
loves truths she must hide
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knowing his desires
his midnight ballerina
performs in private
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i must write of you
cool demeanor hiding flames
heat becomes a poem
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taught her he ignored
society's so-called sins
that kept love in chains
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her sadness blossoms
pain a flower beautiful
blushing in darkness
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not too anything
she loves me so perfectly
just right just enough
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sounds of passersby
exciting fear they might get caught
makes her lips tighten
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scratches that will bleed
sinful kitten whispering
ecstasy promised
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If you enjoyed these poems by the Fort Worth poet, Donovan Baldwin, perhaps you might enjoy his essay, Workers In The Night.
Labels: donovan baldwin, love, mild erotica, poems, poetry, sex, suggestive
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Nuns And Sex Education
By Donovan Baldwin
Warning, R-rated, mature audiences only.
I grew up reading, and attending Catholic schools, in Pensacola, Florida in a sexually repressed era.
I read from one end of the Pensacola Public Library to the other.
Read a few things that might have appalled my parents, and the nuns, had they known.
Well, maybe not.
For all their strict moral code, the nuns were pretty open about life and literature.
A nun once lifted up part of her habit and poked herself in her breast so that we would understand a line more fully in "The Highwayman". Another once told a class that a woman in lingerie was more attractive and sexually appealing than a naked woman.
Another got mad at a girl reading Macbeth because she was embarrassed to read Lady Macbeth's line, "Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums...", and, don't get me started on sex education with nuns!
Anyway, I did NOT start out to give a sex education class, and that's sort of the point.
From the nuns, I actually learned how to accept life, and sex, honestly, reviewing it openly, thinking and speaking frankly, and later, as a mature adult, about life, sex, death, love, in ways that may make some uncomfortable.
Part of that lesson was from nuns, part from life, and, part from all the mysteries, westerns, historical novels, and sci-fi stories I read so avidly and copiously.
I learned that there were different ways to look at things once you knew about them, but, that there were facts you had to face.
Thanks, nuns.
Warning, R-rated, mature audiences only.
I grew up reading, and attending Catholic schools, in Pensacola, Florida in a sexually repressed era.
I read from one end of the Pensacola Public Library to the other.
Read a few things that might have appalled my parents, and the nuns, had they known.
Well, maybe not.
For all their strict moral code, the nuns were pretty open about life and literature.
A nun once lifted up part of her habit and poked herself in her breast so that we would understand a line more fully in "The Highwayman". Another once told a class that a woman in lingerie was more attractive and sexually appealing than a naked woman.
Another got mad at a girl reading Macbeth because she was embarrassed to read Lady Macbeth's line, "Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums...", and, don't get me started on sex education with nuns!
Anyway, I did NOT start out to give a sex education class, and that's sort of the point.
From the nuns, I actually learned how to accept life, and sex, honestly, reviewing it openly, thinking and speaking frankly, and later, as a mature adult, about life, sex, death, love, in ways that may make some uncomfortable.
Part of that lesson was from nuns, part from life, and, part from all the mysteries, westerns, historical novels, and sci-fi stories I read so avidly and copiously.
I learned that there were different ways to look at things once you knew about them, but, that there were facts you had to face.
Thanks, nuns.
Labels: article by Donovan Baldwin, donovan baldwin, Macbeth, nuns, Pensacola, Pensacola Public Library, sex, sex education, The Highwayman

