Saturday, March 14, 2026
POEMS - YES, SHE'S LOVED BEFORE
BY DONOVAN BALDWIN
yes she's loved before
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| 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
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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.
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