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She rides upon the moonbeams, Silver hand illuminated in its path, Seeking to copy her lover's touch, Even though she knows best Her pathways of pleasure, She desires his absent hand, So, breathing deeply with her need, She imitates his needy touch To satisfy her need for him. • Donovan Baldwin

Another time I spoke of love, Passionate lovers, gasping, Panting with excitement, Aroused to physical heights, Hoping for sweet release, Climactic moment of Ultimate pleasure. Today, I speak of love, Quiet moments of evening, As moon and stars attend Our quiet communion of souls. • Donovan Baldwin

The universe is a funny place. You were never there, but, Within the deepest dreams Of my lonely heart, and then, One day, a virtual click, One click... There you were, and, I knew... And everything you and I Had ever been or done, Dropped into perfect place. Thank you, universe. • Donovan Baldwin

To touch you in reality, Beyond mere written words, No matter how deeply of my heart, The sensations spoken of by my fingers, By the circle of my arms, The press of my body, Would speak in tongues and torrents, Washing over your passionate being, Filling you with a common desire. • Donovan Baldwin

The best kind of dancing Is when you forget you're dancing Just know who's in your arms, How it feels to hold and be held Not wanting the moment to end Oblivious when the music stops. • Donovan Baldwin

We must have traces of many minerals, For our bodies to remain healthy. The soul needs traces too, Traces of love and hate, Simplicity and grandeur; Traces of old songs, And sadness small and large. Traces of old comfortable shoes, And, threadbare shirts Which we cannot bear to lose; Together with the furniture and friends, We have enjoyed all these years. • 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

her robe on the floor halo and wings cast aside... takes me to heaven • Donovan Baldwin

sees her simple smile seeks beauty within her eyes art of love revealed • Donovan Baldwin

Waiting for the dawn, Blind in the dark, With only your image On my mind if not Before my eyes, Or in my arms, I breathe, Pretending it's your Breath and I can feel, The rise and fall of You bosom as you rest Upon me, waiting for The dawn when you Will leave once more. • Donovan Baldwin

i have need of her desire beyond her warm flesh.. for our souls have touched ----- in her world of touch hands cry out what lips cannot... frenzied caresses ----- winds of needs and wants stormy ocean of desires... cling to each other ----- skin salt to his lips desire whispers from her pores... as she burns for him ----- draw her carefully pose her in my poetry... wearing only words ----- maestro she calls me for the music i draw from her... with nimble fingers ---- poetry foreplay caresses and wine kisses... naked seduction ----- a couple cuddling reading naked poetry... that lays it all out ----- seemingly random a message in her madness... the poems she likes ----- when it's least expected the intimacy of her touch... claiming me as hers ----- speak not of weakness when strong woman gives herself... to one she desires ----- appears before him dream become reality... magical image ----- morning disarray sleepy smiled girl in my arms... breast rising falling • - Donovan Baldwin

Is it making love Or is it poetry... The foreplay of Mind or body, Or perhaps both, The gathering of words, Or sensations, Or perhaps both, The building excitement, The pressure of excitement, As the poem, the pleasure, Is released and shared, And, the afterglow so sweet, When all is done. • Donovan Baldwin