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wears but her desires a splash of expectation... wisps of willingness • Donovan Baldwin

As day wanes, Strangers wend their way home, Done with all their duties And obligations, I gaze longingly out the window, Wishing you would come home Come home to me, To spend our evening together, Instead of so many miles apart. Another day without you... How unkind days are.

forgive my staring i gaze at other wonders...... in much the same way ----- naked work of art clad in moonlight's silver lace... poet's misty words ----- mind of images she's an erotic treasure... waiting to be found ----- veils she hides behind so transparent yet between... her needs and his wants ----- never place a price on what i do for love dear... acts of love are priceless ----- UNSELFCONSCIOUSLY unselfconsciously she undresses piece by piece... knowing he watches his gaze warm on skin almost as if touching her... the thought makes her smile stripped and bare she turns in her loving nakedness... comes into his arms ----- a most potent drug infusion of ecstasy... coursing through bodies ----- the story is wrong eve's fruit was not an apple... adam couldn't resist ----- if only he knew she hides his words in her mouth.. for private pleasures ----- when she's gone from him poet's lonesome soul creates... dreams and fantasies ----- • Donovan Baldwin

I feel your heartbeat, Pulsing steady and strong, As heart to heart Entwined we lay, In disheveled disarray, I see your breathing rise, Not hurried, deep, As hands and lips, Follow familiar contours, Taste remembered treats, Lovingly writing magic Kisses into a love story. • Donovan Baldwin

Ask me to describe her... My hands make vague gestures in the air How can I show the beauty of my beloved, As I feel her... not simply her lines or curves, But the warmth of love radiating from her? I stammer, as words try to outline The form of her heart which shapes me, Filling me with love with each breath I take. I cannot do it... But, I know her beauty most intimately, Even though I cannot describe her to others, Yet, she knows my heart, my words, The motions of my hands, the gaze of my eyes, And my encompassing belief in her love and beauty, Which I cannot describe. • Donovan Baldwin

never a temptress and yet to him so tempting... in so many ways never seductress yet still in him she creates... unholy desires always a lover she willingly seduces fulfills temptations ----- before the first touch desires create fantasies... her body tingles ----- one by one veils fall her true image emerges... burning with desire ----- things done in private in public shared memories as we smile secret smiles ----- I have long believed the back is a vastly overlooked erogenous zone, and work of art... from the back of the head to the soles of the feet. We concentrate on the parts on the front of the body, and that's natural, I suppose, but the back of the body is extremely sensitive... and lonely. One last thought... an embrace from behind, kisses and caresses on the neck and beyond, is really the way to "touch" all of the most exciting parts, in exciting ways. ----- erogenous zones those quite commonly ignored... feet hands back mind and more ----- no black and white keys just kiss and lick her skin for... beautiful music ----- trail of wet kisses from breast to belly button... and a bit beyond ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Sail on, Oh noble Ulysses... Soul of wisdom, Exemplar of courage, Chosen of the gods! One cannot help but wonder if perhaps The travel, toil, and troubles Of your homeward journey Tempered tho it must have been, By the constant memory of Your faithful wife, Penelope... Was not the exact consequence of sin, Longed for by one such as yourself. For, no matter how far away the home, Nor, how loved the warrior be when there, Or longed for when he is not, No other feeling can move, The heart and soul of such a one, As the next turn of Fate's coin. That is what makes the warrior wake, Leaving the cold and lumpy bed, where Gladly the soldier lay down the night before, But, to face a day which brings new challenges, Designed to try the willingness of The most willing of them. Still, the most potent drug of all, Is the knowledge that, at end of day, Each has done, or was prepared to do, That which common folk can seldom, Screw their courage up to do. • Donovan Baldwin

The young ones Never really leave... Just walk on To another plane, Glancing back Over fading shoulders, As they step, Not so boldly, As when young, Into that dark future, Where all may not be known, Wistfully smiling, At memories of youth... Once they step boldly Into tomorrow. • Donovan Baldwin

Eyes focused on uncertain shape Above the ocean's deep blue gray I watched a single lonesome gull Which weaved and soared so far away. Gray bird which might have been Soul long lost and doomed to roam I watched 'til its soul and mine were one With it saw the sky, the sea, the foam. We caught breezes, swooped and swung, Gull and I united in that salty air For an eternity until he went away Left my own lost soul soaring there. • Donovan Baldwin

In the darkness of the night, With love I strum you, play you, Fingering out the notes of you, Like an old and loved guitar. Kisses and caresses, Coaxing dulcet cries from your heart, Singing out songs made of words, Sounds from deep within your being, Words and sounds, Of gladness, sadness, Glorious madness, Moans and gasps filling our night, As we both soar to heavenly places, Singing in wrenching chorus as if, To make angels weep with happiness For the most pleasurable sins of man... And woman. • Donovan Baldwin