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Smiling, hands outstretched, Clad only in gossamer gown, She walked out of dreams, Into my reality, Stepping lightly, Aware of and pleased With my loving scrutiny, Secure and happy, To be the woman I see, And desire. • Donovan Baldwin

I will hold you, Touch you in ways to bend your heart, Warming you with gentle strokes of love, Kisses on neck and throat, As your head leans back to me, My lips graze the softness of your ears, Leaving traces of their touch, My face in your hair, My hands in pampering caresses. • Donovan Baldwin

What size is she? Why, a size that fits my heart, Fills my needs. What shape is she? Why, in my arms divine, Across the room, She's mine. What's her race? Why, she's human, Perhaps a tad above, My angel. Who's her man? Why, I am!!! • Donovan Baldwin

Are those your footsteps that I hear, Outside the door, out in the hall? Can I dare hope you're drawing near, Upon my waiting lap to fall? Are those your lips I feel on mine, So warm and tender to my touch? Sweetly tasting as if of wine, That I have longed to kiss so much? • Donovan Baldwin

I see you, Wandering about in my PJ top, Way too big for you Loosely buttoned too. For your comfort, Or my pleasure? Probably both, my minx. You like to tease me, With a glimpse now and then, Of this and that. Strolling by so that I, Can see that's all you wear Means you care. • Donovan Baldwin

fingers fluttering almost too fast to follow... summoning magic i her student watch learning her intricacies... routes of her pleasure slowly she guides me giving wordless instructions... gasps end the session • Donovan Baldwin

why is it called sin when it arises out of love... for yourself and others is not that the mission to spread love joy happiness... is not pleasure virtue or must shamans have their way controlling by disfigurement turning love to shame • Donovan Baldwin

So broad is the endless ocean So relentless and unending, Blanketed by mist and Stirred by storm, Rife and ripe for Adventures of Spirit and soul, Soother and slayer, Singer of siren songs, Made for the pursuit of Mermaids and other myths. • Donovan Baldwin

On an endless shore, At the edge of huge ocean, Tiny ripples speak of momentous events. I cannot read them, nor can The tiny crabs scuttling in the shallows, Or minnows flicking back and forth, Aware only of water, sun, sand, and ripples, When somewhere, Much more has happened. • Donovan Baldwin

Grizzled old beachcomber, No Prince Charming, I, Misplaced in space and time, In this dry, landlocked place, Arid and alone, longing for one mermaid, One silly, poetic, beachcomberess, If there be such a one, Who too craves The sea and moon, Tales of love, And, shared caresses. • Donovan Baldwin

Held by you on some sweet night. I have dreamed that dream. Abed with only darkness To hold me in its embrace, Wondering where you were. I know what an embrace, Crush of woman to man, Feels like. I've held - been held by women. What I needed was To hold and, to be held... By you. • Donovan Baldwin

To suddenly see you, To catch you at a moment , Of exciting revelation, To see a twinkle in your eye, Silly phrase I know, But, that's how I think of you... For you to pirouette in pleasure, At some unexpected surprise, Happy message so long awaited Now arrived, To see you happy. • Donovan Baldwin