words stroke like fingers
leave hot tingling trails of lust...
soul's surface burning
-----
How free her words are,
How the sentiments flow,
Her heart's boundaries overrun
With the need to express,
The inner feelings,
The outer displays that she,
Must only reveal in words,
Flowing freely from
Her poet's heart.
-----
society's traps
can ensnare the most free souls
destroying their dreams
-----
desires are not sin
just protect the innocent
accepting who you are
-----
life of pain and sorrow
never fated to rise above
or escape my chains
-----
this ancient knight stands
perpetual allegiance
to the oaths I've sworn
-----
hush or they might hear
body and face revealing
stifled ecstasy
-----
checked your page today
to make sure you were okay
because you matter
-----
let's not call them sins
these open honest acts of love
many others fear
-----
desire demanded
she must touch herself for him
she did not resist
-----
don't cut it back for me, he said
i prefer it growing wild
if there's no mark of woman there
i'll think you are a child
and i am not that kind of man
want a matron not a maid
a delta where the pleasure rests
where lips will be laid
my beard is here to brush your skin
and i love the one you grow
while mine is found upon my face
woman's beard grows down below
-----
her bare skin on fire
words a gown of flaming silk
poetry ignites
-----
her kisses soothing
fallen angel's open wounds
where his wings once were
-----
piques more than interest
how the old poet and she
share much in common
-----
she's broken the rules
but all's done in name of love
more than most can grasp
Donovan Baldwin