That special thing you bought,
That sexy bit of lingerie,
Did not last very long,
Lying forgotten on the floor,
Having served its purpose...
Quite well, I might add.
-----
chaste caress becomes
a hotly erotic touch
when between lovers
-----
might you be a ghost
a memory of a love
i once had dreamed of
-----
her breathless verses
words as sighs from silent lips
moans that are poems
-----
she trembles as sounds
desires and needs tear through her
ecstasy set free
-----
her eyes upon his
as his hands in love's caress
follow her desires
-----
fingers move surely
as you button by button
expose your desires
-----
i hear you cry out
secret words upon dark winds
your heart summons mine
-----
needing each other
stalked by ancient predators
love meant survival
-----
their words on the wind
souls of dead poets still dance
to music they wrote
-----
you can cage my body
but if you love this poet
let my words run free
-----
how hot is your kiss
we lovers must explore this more
in pursuit of truth
-----
i just need your touch
your arm brushing against mine
sets my soul on fire
-----
as if a tango
my hand stroking your body
both of us aware
----
i could teach you things
sometimes it's best you learn yourself
it hurts but it works
-----
Erotic explorations
Require no map, but,
To be in the hands of,
She, herself, is to find
The most exciting spots,
Hear most arousing sounds,
Sense the most moving vibrations,
Taste the freshest nectar,
For who knows best the way,
To find and enter where
Her best secrets hide, and,
How to make them,
Make themselves known, and,
By all means leave a trail,
Of touches, spanks,
Kisses and bites
For both to follow,
Remember, and,
Find their way again.
-----
following her stream
between pillars of desire
to her flowing well
Donovan Baldwin