playful fingers
turning ripples into waves...
which wash over her
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dawn's light through window
streaks of rose a flimsy gown...
as you rise to me
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poetry and you
true I have no other life...
and no other need
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not the sun's rising
that tells me dawn's arrival...
but love's sleepy whispers
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many sins of my youth
remembered now as pleasures...
and reviewed often
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she's a wildflower
more real in her raw beauty...
than a greenhouse rose
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gently demanding
lips trace mutual desires...
along pleasure's curves
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people are not boring
everyone's a mystery
and an adventure
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stronger bond than rope
making her completely his...
trust respect and love
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you smiled and i came
into the sweet land of you...
always to remain
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when we kiss time stops
we remain gloriously suspended...
where lips and bodies meet
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leaving olympus
goddess who chose mortal man..
etenrally worshipped
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Donovan Baldwin