Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

You are wheat field,
A sea of uncut grass,
An oasis, soft dewy
Resting place of
Refreshment, a loving
Embrace and sharing
Of self in the most
Intimate of ways,
Unashamed and naked,
A natural land of
Hard tipped hills
Volcanic forces
Quivering before
A climactic eruption.

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her lips are smiling
her hand is beckoning me...
how can i say no

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send me a selfie
no photo but your true words...
to remember you

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she rains upon me
bold storm from gentle lover...
left wet and shaking

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your taste on my lips
feel of your body on mine...
leaving me longing

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writing words for her
she quivers at their touches...
at poems within

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: Nude in Sunlight, by Renoir

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By Donovan Baldwin

from a mist of dreams
coalescing form takes shape
glides into my arms

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i fall to my knees
prepared to pay homage to
my carnal huntress

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her earthy desires
whispered boldly in my ear
mine to help come true

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always the lady
as she discretely fulfills
lascivious needs

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relaxed and ready
wearing an inviting smile
seductive repose

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featherlike touches
soft sensuous caresses
deeply arousing

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uncontrollable
two lusty lovers on fire
feverish thrusting

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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it's so transparent
the gown i picture you in
i can see your love

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As poet I have neither
Morality or scruples
Time nor direction
Nor other limiting
Dimensions which
Constrain or restrain
For I must put down
Naked emotion and desire
In trust that each reader
Will understand my
Poetic lusts
And forgive me
My innocent sins.

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place my words on you
guide them instead of my hands
to give you pleasure

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and if she craves more
still has not been satisfied
i'll be there for her

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i decorate you
most immodestly in ways
to inflame desires

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our eager bodies
tangled within silken sheets
let's sin together

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between our touches
beneath tender caresses
we become lovers

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how feral it feels
this desire for your touches
hot animal pleasure

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old lips not cold lips
loving experienced hands
and a well trained heart

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you ripple through me
unending force of nature
blending our beings

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I left you alone too long,
Too lonely alone too long,
And coming home,
I found you did things
Without me.
And I was
Embarrassed,
Afraid I had hurt you,
But, you looked at me,
Invited me to join you,
And I did,
And you did it alone
Together with me,
And I never left you alone,
Too long again,
Because it was more fun
Doing it with you,
Everything.

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dance of your blossom
entices this humble bee
craving your honey

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Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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