In our season of desire
One by one I remove
The leaves, if you will,
That hide the shy bush,
Twisting in the slow moving
Winds of my hands as they
Blow away layers of fabric
Hiding the natural beauty
Emerging into my light,
Bending to kiss and caress.
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her love feast prepared
the place is laid i am seated...
she serves me herself
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she never knew words
could touch so deeply inside...
this physical way
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She enters as thought
A simply beautiful dream
Becomes a poem
A swarm of butterfly words
Her sweet metamorphosis
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ethereal words
outline the shape of her soul...
like silk in the wind
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her sensual soul
seeks edges of ecstasy...
safe in love's embrace
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lay soft words on her
as moonlight brushing her skin...
evokes silver cries
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posing for poet
stands naked but for moonlight...
skin silver and black
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warm water rising
his words spread across her mind...
calm and arousing
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herself uncertain
not quite sure which way to choose...
his love gives courage
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tactile temptations
tributes to titillation...
taut and trembling tips
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falling from your lips
words desired yet never heard...
you can hold no more
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beneath sun and moon
lovers doomed each day apart...
but at dawn and dusk
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behind sweet façade
she shows momentarily...
her desirable sins
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a sensual land
awaiting exploration...
hilltop to grotto
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of all her dear curves
the arch of her orgasm...
the smile on her lips
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can you see the moon
love's distant silver goddess...
deity we share
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Donovan Baldwin