moon's silver nectar
dripping from your eager lips
shared with your lover
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long for your comfort
to be both bed and pillow
place where love is made
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body artist's clay
my hands mixing and molding
a naked goddess
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an evening well spent
our inappropriate thoughts
becoming actions
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playful fingers skirt
the edges of her pleasure
till they falls inside
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words first clear and fine
as the winds sweep through her
become explicit
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her body unbound
unrestrained by his restraints
bound by poetry
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lay out your untamed field
open for this wanderer
your secrets revealed
from your hard-tipped hills
to shaded secret grotto
for exploration
and as i wander
seeking here entering there
sing love's ancient song
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let our clothing lie
straddle me without restraint
face to face embrace
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i watch poetry
strip you button by button
exposing your need
as your clothing falls
cast aside in your desire
to feel my words' touch
flickering fingers
writing your own poetry
gasps and moans for words
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loving is no sin
no matter path or practice
or pleasure's partner
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i don't know or care
how many there were before
who led you to me
my genuine wish
is that you were treated well
on your way to me
i feel not jealous
but rather so much gratitude
you were taught so well
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i can't not touch you
lips and tongue lost without yours
heart needs to beat yours
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quiet woman she
yet inside she burns with lust
flames she aches to free
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clothes scattered about
sexy black dress on the floor
still wearing her mask
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i can't help but sigh
each time you heart my words
making my heart smile
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warm café au lait
the first belle of the morning
beauty to wake to
Donovan Baldwin