private masquerade
intimate soirée for two
all we wore were masks
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like a frightened deer
at the edges of my words
shyly waits for more
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how innocent you seem
and yet the passion flows
deep within your body
and your erotic soul
erupting in beautiful
most delightful thrusts
of body and mind as
you follow and feed
the desires of yourself
and the master to whom
you have bonded yourself
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i was once in hell
a few demons still hang on
in constant battle
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dear seductive muse
who makes me write poetry
vices in verses
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stands in the window
her morning robe of sunlight
transparent design
Donovan Baldwin