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needs like ocean waves lap with lust within her heart... she fears their power tides of sinful thoughts have so often come and gone... she fears her soul drowns rescuer is he who understands this current... teaches her to swim with him ----- i learned your secrets now know where to touch your mind... make you moan inside ----- sticky lips smiling as if she's eating a peach... sweet juices flowing ----- nude at the window body brushed with dawn's rose gold... nature's masterpiece ----- happily explore this garden of her delights... she's made me welcome ----- she unlocks her cage setting her butterflies free... fluttering inside ----- frightened by her dreams then he came and guided her... among love's pleasures ----- his thirst drives him on seeking the cup she offers... filled with love's liqueur ------ kiss me so damn deep i can taste all your desires... drink them from your lips ----- his gaze burned her skin his words took her innocence... his love set her free ----- little does she know her kiss that left him silent... made him howl inside ----- sadly dawn means death for my lover fades away... at the end of dreams ----- what if once i stayed failed to vanish with the dawn... would you touch me then ----- robe of tattered words poetry that sits askew... on poet's gray head ----- when love had filled her physical sex had become... a want not a need ------ if those soft brown eyes would once turn their gaze on me... see beyond my words ----- glimpsed in a photo soft eyes warm lips i wonder... if you'll ever know ----- first take it all off present yourself in nakedness... bare heart soul and mind ----- • Donovan Baldwin

She is but a dream A mystic figure Glimpsed in the wings of The backlit stage of my mind, Stepping into the spotlight, Innumerable times a day Performs for me her most Sensual temptations Fading back into Swirling mists Of desire and Fantasy. • Donovan Baldwin

Goddess Pele Her erupting pent up passions, Spewing hottest of love's lava, Glowing with her exertions, Primeval dance of erotic Desires and satisfactions, Never achieved only cooled, To arise and burst forth In timeless display of The fiery soul imprisoned, In her earthly body. • Donovan Baldwin

"... old portraits in a dark house..." [From "The Secret Garden", a Father Brown mystery, by Gilbert Keith Chesterton] Upon the wall of my mind's museum, Dim in this fading light of age Faces from my fast forgotten past, Memories faintly glimpsed By the flare of far off lightning A fading storm of desire to See and hear and feel once more, Those faces briefly viewed in The flickering light of memory. • Donovan Baldwin

i'll not ever leave i have seen behind the pain... your beauty holds me ----- I may not make love In the manner you desire. And you may not love Odd desires I manifest, We still desire each other. ------ she was once my all when she turned away from me... she took everything ----- from sheets to shower our game of slap and tickle... wet and dry moments ----- tongues slowly writing sweetly indecent poems... in each other's mouth to her broader page lips follow downward writing... slowly circling words breathtakingly bare in cursive erotica... titillating thoughts ----- your kisses are felt beginning with lips and tongue... fill body and soul ----- dare you leave your mark show the world that you were here... and approve my words ----- we love the same words take pleasure in blending them... like lovers entwined ----- she's prisoner of demanding bonds of desire... his love her release ----- the way you touch me like the rain upon my skin... laying here loving it ----- fingers seek to feel strong heart beats beneath your breast... echoing our love ----- all my scars and wounds so many dreams that faded... promises that died ----- life never became what i had hoped it to be... and now never will ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Shadows, Released from bondage, By the dying of the sun, Crawling, leaping, inch by inch, Up walls, and across streets, Filling up the lit openings' Between solid objects Making all into one dark dream, A mystic place from which Anything marvelous, Mysterious, or fearful, Devil or angel, Might arise, only To disappear With all The other shadows at The sun's resurrection. • Donovan Baldwin

She warms her hand At the small center of her fire, Fingers stirring flames, Lips in a kiss no one will feel, Heat rising from her touch, Up through belly and breast, Breath coming faster with Each wave of hand and flame, Buds hardened with the heat, About to burst until she Herself quenches her own flames, Calling to whatever god she knows, In gratitude for the storm She created and was allowed to ride. • Donovan Baldwin