if only she dared
at least show her naked heart...
dance her words for him
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slow dancing at dawn
neither day nor we are dressed...
nor is there music
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Her sudden stillness
Punctuated by one sigh
In encircling arms
She sinks sated and replete
A long awaited release
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poet writes on her
whispering words to soft skin
with tender kisses
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poetry whispers
in rays of sunlight passing breeze
every word your name
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For some, love is not only an internal desire for the happiness of the other. For these people, its physical manifestations and expressions are natural, normal, and, for some, even necessary. Some cannot imagine love without lust, or vice versa. Some people cannot imagine being these people, but they exist.
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she unraveled as
he tenderly took each strand...
wove her a poem
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upon her garden
kisses like a sudden rain...
storms rose up inside
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fingers whispering
touching messages of love...
felt rather than heard
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came to her garden
waking all her butterflies...
into thrilling flight
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what could i write of
if i had never found you...
surely not of love
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look upon my words
find yourself loved within them...
wanted and desired
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i reach in darkness
just to touch you a moment...
reassure myself
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forget the mirror
see yourself as i see you...
hear how i say your name
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she feared her darkness
until he showed her the path
which led to his light
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delightful dining
a moveable feast indeed...
she could not stay still
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By Donovan Baldwin
you certainly know how to capture those sizzling emotions, Donovan! I love it.