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explorer gladly lost deep within her galaxies... her universe of love ----- misty negligee moon's beauties clearly seen... through thin wisps of clouds ----- i will write of how moonlight on her glowing skin... makes a goddess art ----- goddess in shadow forever lover in mist... film noir of lost love ----- exposing desires using blunt and honest words... and guided action ----- compare secret needs puzzle pieces must be tried... to fit together ----- fingertips brushing their carnal calligraphy... on her tender skin ----- bursting into flame her slowy smoldering embers... she gasps in their heat ----- let's read poetry most erotic we can find... acting out the words ----- i loved what you did sweet your sin so tired your smile... after you cried out ----- your body warms mine your embrace welcomes me home... your love comforts me ----- removing restraints baring and revealing all... shows him her secrets ----- carnival of lust we parade from door to bed... our own mardi gras ----- • Donovan Baldwin

love between lovers lusty words fill mouths and minds... spill over chin and chest ----- she taught me to love the first lesson was giving... before the getting ----- making poetry breathless collision of words... that arouse the soul ----- perfect balance my somewhat shy but lusty woman... quietly seductive ----- seeking inspiration i explore what others say... when my own words fail ----- when you dream with me clouds of doubt are split asunder... our future shines through ----- head upon her breast better to hear her pounding heart... feel her inner fires ----- in some cave or field two first met and pledged their love... an oath we still keep ----- my breath a warm breeze stirs surface of her grotto... my tongue rippling waves ----- there between the words if you will get close enough... you'll feel my touches ----- you know i'll take you and you will not deny me... for you've been waiting ----- is it wish or growl or both which she has drawn forth... with intimate touches ----- wrap you up like night softly touching all of you... reverent satin ----- on the bed she waits body and her heart prepared... to receive his love ----- lace is all about what is there and what is not... what's seen and not seen ----- not lost in the music but finding herself in it... caught by its rhythm ----- poet writes of lust shares tales forbidden love... images of desire ----- she will find the truth if she looks within my words... hidden messages ----- student of desire intellectual pursuit... in search of pleasure ----- • Donovan Baldwin

I've lived where beasts roam. I'll not attack but shall defend... An evil i embrace. I will bear the scars and weep, So strangers will not have to. • Donovan Baldwin

when touched by others she but knew the pain they brought... his touch brought solace so she turned her scars flaunting them before his eyes... fearing pain's return he bathed them with tears comforted them with kisses... till they hurt no more • Donovan Baldwin

It was party every night, Wine and song and laughter Flowed so freely, The problems of the world Ours to solve, Without understanding, For we were young and right, And, could do no evil, Never realizing that someday, We would be causes of problems, The young ones needed to solve. • Donovan Baldwin

he'd never love me i'm not his kind of woman... "i wish she knew i love her" • Donovan Baldwin

your hills and valleys luscious welcoming terrain... explored not conquered • Donovan Baldwin

you appear again image never far away... revealed with the dawn here too in the dark not seen but so softly felt... a breath a whisper warm breast on my own touch of lips a questing tongue... fingers which claim me (Inspired by Black Marigolds.) • Donovan Baldwin

It's not wrong you wanted to, Nor is it a sin you did, Doing it was healthier, Than trying to keep it hid. Situation well in hand You took care of your need, Avoiding emotional problems, Abstinence might breed. If you wonder what I think, No doubts should lag or linger, I'm proud and happy for your choice, To find pleasure with your fingers.

She stands almost revealed Gust of wind the difference Tween modesty and nudity Waiting to hear my words See the widening of My eyes, hear my Intake of breath as In most natural way I with loving hands Fill in for absent breeze And we both know where This rising storm will lead. Donovan Baldwin

Sometimes as I read through comments on social media sites, I start to feel bad. So many other people are posting comments that offer deep and important thoughts on life, business, politics, religion, the economy... etc. Here I sit, chatting about climbing trees and swimming in the bay as a boy,, the beauty of sunrises and sunsets, and hinting at a lascivious side that some may wish I kept silent about. I could get a feeling of value if I was an "entertainer", someone who could make people laugh and forget their troubles... or a Will Rogers kind of guy who poked humorous holes in the conceits of the rich, famous, and powerful. Bothered me for a while. Then, I came to realize something. Perhaps there was a niche, a need, for someone who thought the simple things were important enough to talk about, think about. Someone who thought that thoughts did not always have to start at the highest levels and tackle the toughest problems... answering the most burning questions... or even the simple little day to day ones. Someone who thought a hug and a kiss and a pat on the... well, you know... were important parts of life. So, that's who I am... old guy who still enjoys climbing trees (in his mind), walking the shore by the bay, feeling the wind, listening to the birds, and wondering what's for dinner. I figure THAT'S important too... just being human... being A human. Plenty of people taking on the tough questions, and plenty of entertainers... BUT, there's only ONE of me! Donovan Baldwin