my soul was whipped by
the wind of your passing
exquisite torment
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the ache of her need
thrilling anticipation
waiting in the dark
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desire betrays you
your body keeps no secrets
from my eyes or hands
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let's watch a sunrise
feed ducks by a quiet ponds
write our own poem
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the bloom i can see
more than a pretty blossom
a true wildflower
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her heart shown in words
angel with a touch of heat
promises of love
Donovan Baldwin