Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 By Donovan Baldwin

Geese have lost their Summer feathers,

Trees are bent with apples red,

Farmers' fields are turned and tired.

It's cold, with gray clouds overhead.

Soon the snow will lay a blanket,

On grass and road, on farmer's field.

Within a white and silent shroud,

The world will be quite shortly sealed.

Yet, in the home, as in a man,

A fire will burn, a song will sound.

Life will let the Winter pass,

Until, at last, the Spring comes round.

The geese shall change their clothes once more,

As hills put on their yellow flowers.

Farmers' fields will all turn green,

As white clouds rain down April showers.

On through Spring and into Summer,

'Til the first act of the Winter play,

Fields and geese trimmed round about,

With apples red, and feathers gray.

Labels: Autumn, donovan baldwin, fall, poem about seasons, poetry, spring, summer, winter

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 By Donovan Baldwin

In 1975, two young bodies entwined,

Naked in their bedroom,

Window open, able to watch 

Children at play outside,

As they made love.

Hot summer day in Florida,

And they sweat, no matter

What they do,

But,

No matter,

What they do is hot as well.

Naked and familiar, yet today,

That day,

Somehow different with 

The sheen of sweat, which,

Unintrusive,

Becomes part of the lovemaking.

Breasts and nipples become salty treats,

Sweat becomes another

Lubricant of love making,

Mingling with the juices

Which make an even more slippery, slidy, 

Entrance to her warm, comforting, exciting,

Chamber of love.

So, I enter easily, and,

Raising on my arms, begin,

The thrust, thrust, thrust,

Her hips rising to meet me,

Moist bodies slapping together.

She speaks words that mothers 

Are not expected to say,

But, hot lovers may.

The thrusting becomes faster and faster,

The slapping of the bodies harder,

The penetration even deeper.

Her shining, sweat covered body twists,

And turns,

And thrusts, thrusts, THRUSTS,

As she bites her lip to stifle,

The ecstatic scream which is part of her orgasm,

So the children playing outside will not hear,

Their wanton mother.

As she twitches and holds her hips high,

I thrust into the wonderfully slippery,

Canal which, with wave after wave, 

Tightens and releases, 

Until...

I cannot help myself and add

My liquid contribution to the 

Hot and mingled confluence.

Slick naked bodies entwined,

Gasping from the efforts,

Laughing at the secret,

Shared from neighbors

We can hear outside,

And children

Playing.

Labels: donovan baldwin, erotic poem, Florida, lovemaking, naked couple, summer

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