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candlelight is nice but she craves the roaring flame... the fires of passion • Donovan Baldwin

Shy secret flower Blushing with embarrassment, Blooming with desire, Fearful she'll be discovered, Dew covered petals open. • Donovan Baldwin

Something special about touching nature, Walking barefoot along the ocean's edge, Or, more daring, naked in the woods, Not too certain that, Mother Nature, In her open display, may be looking back, And too, wondering at your natural beauty. • Donovan Baldwin

I whisper words of love Which others shout. For, my lips to your ears... My breath on your cheek, Our bodies entwined... Hearts and souls freely given... Shared... I want what I say to be That close and personal. We'll tell the rest of the world... Later. • Donovan Baldwin

If you truly love, Do not deny your lover Deserved touches of love, Admiration, desire, yes, and even, Lust, for if love is truly there between you. Touches will electrify, illuminate the Darkest moment of the deepest Night, and both will glow And burn with the Sharing of Love. • Donovan Baldwin

we as strangers met the world went by unaware... of the heat we felt • Donovan Baldwin

candlelight is nice but she craves the roaring flame... the fires of passion ----- can you see the moon same one shining over me... something we can share ----- just above your heart cheek to breast you comfort me... untangle my mind ----- why should she change i loved her when she appeared... she just needs more love ----- i sense your presence in each shadow in each sound... even in silence ----- too calm and peaceful candlelight sweet violins... she sought gypsy fires ----- You lift up your face To capture my rushing stream, The droplets of desire Which run down your cheeks, Into your open mouth, then Following and feeding, The contours of your body, Nourishing the thirsty soul, The bosom you have bared To the precious flow on its way To the center of the blossom, Which, so long dry and sere, Aches to feel the Loving rain which, Will moisten it, Will make it open, Bloom, catch, and hold, The quickly warming waters of Inspiration and desire, As you gasp for breath, Mouth and mind filled With this arousing flood. ----- Shy secret flower Blushing with embarrassment, Blooming with desire, Fearful she'll be discovered, Dew covered petals open. ------ Something special about touching nature, Walking barefoot along the ocean's edge, Or, more daring, naked in the woods, Not too certain that, Mother Nature, In her open display, may be looking back, And too, wondering at your natural beauty. ----- • Donovan Baldwin

braiding lust and love creates unbreakable rope... with which we are bound • Donovan Baldwin

If for a moment, I could stop the words, Put the poet to rest for a while, Allow the lover, To have his say, Not words would be spoken, Only wordless sighs, Gasps of pleasure, And glowing runes, Vested with love's Most enchanting powers, Drawn upon your skin, Sealed with kisses. • Donovan Baldwin

These hands are old, Weathered, scarred, Rough with time, yet, Filled with experiences, Touching also memories, Textures, tactile remembrances, Evoking laughter and gaiety From other times, And, a wistful smile, At these old hands, Crooked into warm curves From loving days past. • Donovan Baldwin

Good poetry? Bad poetry? Poetry is a gift, A valuable thing From one to another, Often unknown others. Its value in how it's received, Not so much in how it's wrapped. Poetry? It's the thought that counts. • Donovan Baldwin