the poet appeared
wrapped her in his loving words
warming her cold heart
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with heated kisses
lips speak in love's many tongues
desire's languages
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this quiet poet
hides you in his silences
and written whispers
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sometimes poet's words
can touch her places and ways
that hands never could
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a place beyond words
where her moans and grasping hands
touch him to his core
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she, shaken by lust
he riding upon her storm
thunderous ascent
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our secrets hidden
how can we know if we love
if we don't know them
if we live in shame
whether false or justified
how can we be happy
our lips and fingers
not for marking blame or shame
but touching and kissing
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when i'm missing you
will you have the voyeur moon
come watch over me
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lips move as she sleeps
a small smile perhaps a kiss
she whispers my name
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To the old warrior
There comes a point,
Where there's nothing,
No well from which to dip,
Yet, dip he does and with a
Wishful cup of yesterday's water,
He slakes thirst and moves forward.
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golden sunshine facts
silver moon's soft fantasies
we need to have both
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who would buy my words
were i to ask for payment
when i give them freely
Donovan Baldwin