upon your warm lips
fingertips write poetry...
with punctuation
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her flower blossoms
in a field of dark desires...
nurtured by his love
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beneath silent skies
here and there a lonely star...
lost lovers wander
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road of love and life
who knows what's beyond the curve...
perhaps journey's start
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brief intimate touch
unplanned a passing gesture...
can convey so much
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within liquid dreams
her body floats with pleasure...
after storm's passage
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ribbon loose falling
she stands her body revealed...
her present to him
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simply touch my cheek
look at me as if i'm yours...
hold me a moment
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each word a new touch
finding its way inside her...
caressing her soul
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true meaningful loves
impose impossible tasks...
such as being free
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this old gray flower
turns and faces sun again...
blossoms one more day
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oh the sensations
love's first kisses and touches...
indescribable
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bee led to a flower...
offered sweet nectar
can't refuse a sip
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fingers reading you
darkness does not hinder me...
nor hide your whispers
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she's vibrant colors
sunrise sunset hues of flame...
i am moon's silver
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her secret garden
where she laughs with butterflies...
touched by tender wings
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such a sinful saint
angel who long lost his winge...
but kept his honor
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and without warning
dark clouds begin their descent...
take over my mind
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By Donovan Baldwin