suckled as a babe
fed at the breast of Erato
scion of the Muse
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touching my old scars
you soothe ragged hard edges
ease my aches and pains
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storm of primal needs
calm exquisite ecstasy
love speaks many tongues
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though so far away
through the magic of love
you'll be in my arms
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wanting to be a lady
you calmly returned my kisses
as your hips betrayed you
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at my inspection
twin soldiers rise to attention
her carnal salute
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her army of one
wee private at attention
for my inspection
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lost her lingerie
decided to go without
no objections raised
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we recite verses
minds spilling most loving words
hearts in harmony
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intimate contact
your fingers take hold of mine
touching hand and heart
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anticipates sins
that she's not yet committed
she smiles at the thought
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Painted gold by dawn,
Art nude before the sun
She brushes back her hair,
Gentle smile upon her face,
Repeating to me love's words,
I read her the night before,
As she rested on me.
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Donovan Baldwin
Statue: Erato, Muse of lyric poetry and erotic poetry... sometimes the same.
