fingers deftly touch
stirring up old memories...
causing sighs and moans
down familiar paths
at first a stroll then a run...
leaving her breathless
too tired to continue
crying out in ecstasy...
at how far she's come
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words are wonderful
but when her eyes caress me...
i know all she feels
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she kept no secrets
told him all her needs and wants...
showed him her pathways
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why bother with why's
it's the reality of you...
that truly matters
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tangled lace of words
pretends to be poetry...
reveals her beauty
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her burning desires
not outwardly visible...
but to poet's eyes
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her lips drip poems
hidden in her tart liqueur...
drink of distilled love
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she stands in sunlight
touched by my adoring gaze...
posing boldly for me
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she reads his hot words
aware of his temptation...
her desire to please
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she still feels his gaze
as if his hands were touching...
her in loving ways
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words playful fingers
tickle all her secret spots...
make her insides smile
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woman in my arms
warm hugs cuddles and kisses...
soft moans cries and sighs
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alone with her fears
her hesitant hand reaching out...
comfort in my grasp
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words i've not written
which you somehow know i meant...
tremble on your lips
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waves of soft white lace
covering a naked shore...
and then revealing
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ever exploring
pass through time's eternal door...
into the future
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verses set afire
burning candles melting words...
drip on passion's skin
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she dares the poet
clad but in moon's silver robe...
invites poetry
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bowing down before
his own innocent goddess...
gives tongue to his love
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She wanted some time on her own,
To do something special alone,
So she locked herself in,
For an evening of sin,
With a moan and a groan and a drone.
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Donovan Baldwin