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Your name, Is whispered in the darkness of the night, Dispelling loneliness, Creating warmth... Your name, Is written, woven into as many words, As I, poor poet, can contrive. Your name, Echoes gently in my mind, Touching and caressing me, Soothing this tired and aching soul. • Donovan Baldwin

Wild matron astride, Rides to the sound Of her own rallying cry, Felt, not heard, As a Valkyrie upon Unsaddled steed, Swift to battle With brandished sword, Hearing the moans And groans of striving, As the climax of the passage Is achieved and welcome Rest and languor her reward. • Donovan Baldwin

As you lay in quiet night, Alone with thought And memory Do you remember times, When blood ran hot, Reaching fever pitch, Of desire and ecstasy, Raising now in the dark, A corporeal remembrance So real and necessary, So loving, That you let it in, Relived it, As you lay alone? • Donovan Baldwin

I am the wind, Mild zephyr, I, Blowing by, Caress you in my passing. Feel my touch, As I ripple your clothes, The twist and pull of scarf Across your breasts, Fanning the rising heat Upon your cheeks As I, the god of wind, Poet of the air, Take possession of, My lady love. • Donovan Baldwin

In the ocean wind she stands, Light summer dress clinging, Revealing secrets of presence, And of absence, for she, Loves the feel of the wind, Whipping her body, thrashing The soft fabric over her skin, Desiring nothing come between Her skin and the touch of the wind, The thrill of surrender and Pleasure as she turns and sees His gaze upon her as she stands, In the wind, naked to his eyes. • Donovan Baldwin

I would know all of you, Run my gaze over naked you, My hands trace each curve, Each line, hollow, rise, Hardness, softness, Feel your skin Beneath my exploring fingers, The shiver, quiver As my hand passes, Kisses follow, Then, turn you over, Ask you to bare your mind And heart. • Donovan Baldwin

Does the soft flesh of your inner thigh, Quiver with the anticipation, Of the soft brush of fingers, The warmth of breath, The slow sweet trail of kisses? Do the fountains of your love, Begin to flow at the thought, Of the return of your lover... Hard berries rising to the heat? • Donovan Baldwin

Can I find love to fill The vacant spaces of my heart, To cover up the cracks In my facade? View this face with which I lie to the world, Pretender to a lover's throne, Crownless, queenless, Without court or following, So poor, so poor, I must be My own jester. • Donovan Baldwin

Against me, Love. Take my hand. With sinuously seductive twist, Wind yourself within my arm, Thrust your body against me, Love me, caress me, With movement, Looks, Pouting lips, Smoldering look, Of bedtime eyes, As soft, sensuous moans, Revealing hidden passion, Betray your heat. • Donovan Baldwin

In quiet darkness, Alone in comfort of your thoughts, Enfold yourself in the imagined warmth, Of my too distant embrace, Enjoy the touch of loving hands, Whisper of missing lips against your skin, Tremble with the pleasure of My absent contact, with Amorous self love in my stead. • Donovan Baldwin