Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 By Donovan Baldwin

The rain beats rhythms on your skin

A symphony of secret sin.

I trace them as they strike and flow

Lips and tongue behind them go.

Breathless, I chase the silver sting,

A thirst for wildness, on the wing.

Your skin, a canvas, etched with rain,

My lips, medicine for your pain.

Breathless, I pursue each drop

Hoping storms will never stop.

Your body only clothed by rain

So tempting to my fevered brain.

You my feast neath weeping sky,

Dance seductively as I

Touch and taste and drink my fill

Fingers drifting where they will.

So let the rain caress your skin,

Awash with past and future sin,

A promise in those beating drops,

Arousing love that never stops.

 - Copyright December 17, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: donovan baldwin, poem, poetry, rain, sin, skin

The raw beauty of nature's embrace

Hot sunlight on her bare skin,

The intimate touch of leaves and wind,

And the sensual caresses of rain.

Her emotions run wild with the

Captivating pleasures that

Transport her to a world,

Where, touched by natural words,

She responds as if to

Love's most natural touches.

- Copyright December 12, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

#NatureLovers #EmbraceTheFeeling

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By Donovan Baldwin

In the graveyard of St. Lawrence
Church on Parrot Lane,
Cholesbury, England,
Lay resting
Ancient relatives of mine, cousins,
Exponentially removed by
Space and time from this
20th century Florida lad,
They, loyal (methinks) subjects of
Good Queen Bess, Elizabeth No. 1,
Unaware of our distant relativity,
And what their seed begot.

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paint her in colors
bright and gay and sad and gray...
love her any way

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reality spurs
ideas ephemeral...
like smoke hard to hold

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nearer than my skin
your arms and heart draw me tight...
as two becomes one

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sharing our pleasures
grown out of our strong desires...
blissful enjoyment

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we dine with red wine
exhilarated embrace...
drunk on each other

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her moonlit body
my fingers liquid silver...
erotic drawings

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she steps proudly forth
from her sheltering clothing...
determination

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lovers on the screen
offer little distraction
from our performance

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two lovely warm moons
glowing silver in the night...
my fantasy world

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hothouse rose blushes
observed it rises open...
awaits attention

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let's converse naked
make shameful revelations...
then make love again

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twenty-five percent
no real chance of rain today...
why is the street wet?

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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
Her bosom heaving from the climb,
Up the hill of winds, or,
From the crushing embrace
Of her lover emerging from
The mist of the woods into
The light upon the heath,
To take her in his arms
Parting the reeds of the pool
To drink the waters of love,
Until all is silent and
They rest in joined slumber.

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i write poetry
caresses meant for your heart
touching more than flesh

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my love a blanket
comforting not smothering
you wrap yourself in

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hands do more than feel
they trace runes upon our skin
rituals of lust

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My mind is restless,
And cannot settle.
It drags me from novel,
To poetry,
Philosophy and essay,
Back again to
Medieval plots,
The love affairs of kings,
And murders by monks.
My mind,
Restless,
In search of
Its own words.

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I remember the shore,
The sea, listening to
The high wind which
Blows in from
Somewhere,
With a story it
Might be trying to tell me...
Or, am I making up
A fable of my own,
From a hundred books,
Innumerable imaginings
Woven
From sun, and sand, and sea,
And the unceasing voices
I hear in the wind?

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: bosom, donovan baldwin, love, lust, poems, poetry, skin, words

Blue jays and mockingbirds
Bright red cardinals
Birdsong and sunshine,
The memories of boyhood,
The wild wind in the trees,
Up from the bay, where
The surf rolled and beat
Upon the shore near enough
To be a part of a boy's life
And the memory of the man.

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kisses start my day
her warm morning sweetness
marmalade on toast

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you are a goddess
my idol of happiness
altar of pleasure

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soft against your skin
those warm words upon my breath
become caresses

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garden of embrace
flower of welcome desires
fruit of our passion

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my mind's subtlety
it weaves thought and word into
images of you

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when you're making love
physical sex isn't all
make it personal

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my fingers like lace
barely touching revealing
the beauty of you

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my words as fabric
so sheer and diaphanous
you are seen through them

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Copyright October 2019 By Donovan Baldwin

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