deep inside of her
his words reververated...
in a sensual way
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lovers embrace
in a garden of words and kisses...
petals spread around
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once i tasted love
sweet nectar of her desire...
spilling from her lips
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her desire a glow
skin a hot invitation...
to glisten with her
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words drip one by one
burning trails upon her mind...
like candlewax on skin
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In a carnal tempest blown about
A windmill of desires spinning,
Carrying her away upon the storm,
Shredding away all but the
Most internal part of her
Which craved the wind's
Wild caresses,
Its soothing
Breeze.
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driven forth by love
from secret source behind lips...
sweet warm honey flows
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thought at first mere lust
but soon she came to realize...
that was how he loved
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loved in poetry
words penetrate more deeply...
touching her within
-----
suddenly displayed
as poet's words uncovered...
all her naked thoughts
-----
despite portrayal
intimately in his words...
naked unafraid
-----
alone in darkness
burning with unnoticed flames...
but the poet saw
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words transport us to
sites where minds and bodies meet...
rapt in ecstasy
-----
i had dreamed of you
long before you became real...
knew you when we met
-----
let me touch inside
as my poems find their way...
within your secrets
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drawn in poetry
finds herself among my words...
beautifully exposed
-----
does she dare respond
to acknowledge the poem...
makes secrets public
-----
some won't understand
the intensity of her desires...
their connection to love
-----
how mystic is love
miracle of its magic...
touching everything
-----
arch begun with sighs
pulled skyward by moans and motions...
trembling completion
-----
self freely given
beneath my hand she trembles...
with expectation
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arms starve for your embrace
mouth thirsting for your kisses...
body weak without yours
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thin roseate veil
covers rising breasts of dawn...
tips burn with sunlight
-----
gleaming silver skin
shadows hiding her secrets...
nude moonlit statue
-----
the tips of my fingers
turn your soul face and body...
into poetry
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she parades for him
wearing what the poet writes...
on her burning skin
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an endless pleasure
painting you a thousand ways...
with infinite words
-----
eyelids flickering
lips curved to a sleepy kiss...
warm snuggle at dawn
-----
even when she sleeps
it is still my turn to dream...
us outside of dreams
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Donovan Baldwin