i must say i'm awed
inspired by your endurance
despite obstacles
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show me your tempest
wild wind lifting you from earth
soar aloft for me
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as his hand descends
anticipate pleasant pain
caress that follows
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what games shall we play
it's your turn to decide my dear
select toys and tools
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you left me alone
amid useless poetry
words you could not love
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creates her own breeze
petals rippling neath fingers
moist with love's nectar
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i keep returning
wander this street in awe of
singer never seen
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such sweet music plays
that whether satyr or nymph
i will dance with you
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lingering after
desire still upon my lips
scent of her pleasure
Donovan Baldwin