hunter and huntress
leap into love's wilderness...
sharing our desires
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erotic exhibition
on display inside your mind...
art appreciation
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lips brushing her page
weaves his lace of poetry...
on quivering skin
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in erotic arts
metaphysics of desire...
fantasies unfold
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assessing myself
wondering how you can love me...
for some reason you do
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thunder in my chest
poetry which must escape...
find your pounding heart
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explore each other
embracing realites...
of our needs and wants
(Romantic existentialism.)
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her hot blush begins
as her poet writes of love...
his ink filling her
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of mind and body
what parts of us would not touch...
in loving embrace
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it's most erotic
bodies touching skin to skin...
in an endless dance
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flowing from your lips
the same words i wrote for you...
wrapped within a kiss
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she hesitates to speak
i hear what she dares not say...
feel the fire she fears
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she speaks of sunrise
the hot kisses of the sun...
which set her heart afire
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The young ones
Never really leave...
Just walk on
To another plane,
Glancing back
Over fading shoulders,
As they step,
Not so boldly,
As when young,
Into that dark future,
Where all may not be known,
Wistfully smiling,
At memories of youth...
Once they step boldly
Into tomorrow.
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among folded petals
her gentle rain is falling...
his lips catch each drop
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Donovan Baldwin
