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- TRUTHS HIDDEN EVEN FROM MYSELFIn Poetry·November 7, 2023If I may repeat myself, don't Say it's out of boredom, Lack of enough wit to Create new images And illusions, but, Say instead that I Revisit myself Still seeking Truths Hidden Even from Myself in earlier Misty words, ideas Dreams and fantasies I once made into words. • Donovan Baldwin000
- DANCING IN THE AIRIn Poetry·November 7, 2023dancing in the air fallen angel soaring high... in lustful delight • Donovan Baldwin000
- MAY I STOP BY YOU?In Poetry·November 7, 2023May I stop by you, Spend some time alone In the warm glow of your smile, Resting within the loving circle Of your warm and welcoming arms, Gathering my strength, Renewing my desire, Pledging my allegiance, As I become renewed By these moments with you? • Donovan Baldwin000
- COOL AIR ON HEATED BODIESIn Poetry·November 7, 2023Cool air on heated bodies Sunlight through the window Lighting but not warming... No matter, our friction will Keep us warm for hours, Sharing our carnal flickering Rubbing things together To create our own inner fire. • Donovan Baldwin000
- BECOMING ONE WITHIN MEIn Poetry·November 7, 2023Let me not end far from the sea, For as a boy, the wind and waves Were symphony, dance, and drama, Performing daily in ever changing Role and choreography Majestic orchestration. They were too my history And fantasy, one blended Into the other, becoming one Within me all my days. • Donovan Baldwin000
- THAT TENDER SMILEIn Poetry·November 7, 2023Oh, your face That tender smile Which welcomes, Invites, Yet belies The heated passions Kept below the surface Glowing embers I desire to fan Into free flames to brand Me as your Ecstatic lover forever. • Donovan Baldwin000
- WHERE DO MOMS FIT IN?In General Discussion·November 7, 2023Where do moms fit in the scheme of things? In 1980, I arrived in Sögel, Germany, way up north in the British sector (remember sectors in Germany?). Shortly after my arrival, before I knew anybody at the tiny detachment of Americans I had been assigned to, a German/American 4th of July celebration was held on post... which was NOT an American post, but a German Luftwaffe (Air Force) base on which we had a few buildings. Kids were being taken around on a ride, pulled by a tractor driven by a German farmer, and, as I waited with my kids to put them on board, the ride stopped and a child on board, about 6 or 7, handed me an eaten corncob on a stick, wrapped in greasy paper, and said, with all the confidence in the world, "Give this to my mom." Trash to a stranger, but, mom would take care of it That trust. That's what kids have. Mom (http://have.Mom)will handle it, no matter what it is. Never found her, didn't look. Took care of it myself... knowing she'd be grateful and apologetic. • Donovan Baldwin000
- Navigating in the DarkIn PoetryNovember 7, 2023Someone once told me thay had no stories to tell. I told them they had just never had anyone to listen. I listen. More, please.0
- ALWAYS BE WITH MEIn Poetry·November 7, 2023always be with me but more important perhaps... be yourself with me • Donovan Baldwn001
- HER SECRETS REVEALEDIn Poetry·November 7, 2023her secrets revealed stepped outside her comfort zone... into his embrace • Donovan Baldwin000
- SHE'S BROKEN HER CHAINSIn Poetry·November 7, 2023she's broken her chains inviting him explore with her pleasures and desires • Donovan Baldwin001
- IS IT MAKING LOVE OR POETRYIn Poetry·November 7, 2023Is 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 Baldwin000
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