candlelight is nice
but she craves the roaring flame...
the fires of passion
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can you see the moon
same one shining over me...
something we can share
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just above your heart
cheek to breast you comfort me...
untangle my mind
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why should she change
i loved her when she appeared...
she just needs more love
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i sense your presence
in each shadow in each sound...
even in silence
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too calm and peaceful
candlelight sweet violins...
she sought gypsy fires
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You lift up your face
To capture my rushing stream,
The droplets of desire
Which run down your cheeks,
Into your open mouth, then
Following and feeding,
The contours of your body,
Nourishing the thirsty soul,
The bosom you have bared
To the precious flow on its way
To the center of the blossom,
Which, so long dry and sere,
Aches to feel the
Loving rain which,
Will moisten it,
Will make it open,
Bloom, catch, and hold,
The quickly warming waters of
Inspiration and desire,
As you gasp for breath,
Mouth and mind filled
With this arousing flood.
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Shy secret flower
Blushing with embarrassment,
Blooming with desire,
Fearful she'll be discovered,
Dew covered petals open.
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Something special about touching nature,
Walking barefoot along the ocean's edge,
Or, more daring, naked in the woods,
Not too certain that, Mother Nature,
In her open display, may be looking back,
And too, wondering at your natural beauty.
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Donovan Baldwin