somewhere in the night
sad violin is weeping...
tears of poetry
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can it be justice
if the innocent are shackled...
for sins of others
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still inside my head
love poems i never wrote...
dead letter office
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at first she feared it
when his words touched her desires...
soon learned to love it
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reading his poems
soon became one more desire...
the way they touched her
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she awakens me
with coffee flavored kisses...
stirring caresses
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his loving words soon
set free the wild within her...
desires she kept caged
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honoring his art
she gently touches herself...
as she reads his words
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the myth of my words
revealing her mysteries...
our legend begins
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two distant lovers
write poetry on the moon...
the universe reads
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her kiss burned his lips.
her tight embrace branded him...
markd him as her mate
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always been the beast
lifetime search for beauty...
not afraid to stay
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raising my poems
words running through her fingers...
spilling over her
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fingers touch you there
lips will kiss some other spot..
love you all over
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my muse's kisses
poetry from her sweet lips...
my fIngers repeat
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upon wings of words
as love's storm lifts us higher
soaring together
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i'm the words i write
but when i recite them back...
you're the voice i hear
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thirsty gardener
sipping dew from sweetest rose...
as her petals blush
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Donovan Baldwin
