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- A VISION OF MY LOVE AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·July 28, 2023A VISION OF MY LOVE Photons penetrate My love a vision bursting Explosion of light Kaleidoscopic passions In prismatic orgasms #tanka ----- She beckons to me Naked sea nymph whispering Sweet siren my muse Bold mermaid so enticing Lures me to her moist cavern ----- do you find yourself at peace on my sea of words... sailing at my side ----- once our lips have met all desires spill out that kiss... we cannot seem to end ----- every day so special we celebrate life and love... give ourselves as gifts ----- beyond physical more beauty than body holds... she is poetry ----- our little secret where whe goes and what she does... In solo daydreams ----- kiss me with words love let your lips write on my skin... what you'd have me do ----- she longs to praise his words beautiful and profane... sees herself in them ----- cannot help myself daring take the curves of you... at the slowest speed ----- lovely word throbbing she rolled it around her mouth... savoring his moans ----- how the grownups play like children learning of sex... the very first time ----- intimate evening accenting the skin she wears... one small strand of pearls ----- gives her a necklace of opalescent dewdrops... he claims for himself ----- sinful salome dancing in costume of his choice... intimate display ----- tongue glides petals' folds seeking the sweetest honey... from blossom's center ----- no material things i'm poetry and sunsets... time spent holding you ----- if you only knew how much i love poetry... you'd treasure my words ----- hot skin of my muse rippling with poetry rising... neath my fingertips ----- proudly arm in arm so civilized in public... carnal in private ----- we hurry homeward eager to close and lock the door... alone nogether ----- it amazes me the way she sets me aflame... just by being her ----- gazing at your lips wondering how do they taste... feel to fingertips ----- a vision at dawn touseled hair on tangled sheets... and her sleepy smile ----- wind presses her dress details outlined in moisture... as the rain sculpts her ----- through open window a breeze brushes her bare skin... she sighs at the touch ----- #donovanbaldwin001
- STIMULATING STROLL AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·July 30, 2023STIMULATING STROLL Eyes still closed at dawn My fingers trace your body Stimulating stroll Rising here and dipping there Amid morning's sweet echoes ----- innocent sinners our love and lust intertwined... inseparable ----- how can i resist when she touches me that way... with that teasing smile ----- I don't give news Or even views Nor tell you lies Nor theorize. I merely write Words i hope delight, Each tiny piece of verse Its own universe. ----- Each night stars whisper Telling stories to the moon Racy ribald tales These flaming fellows recite I steal for my poetry ----- Apex of climax Body taut an arching bow Love's arrows speeding Astraddle galloping steed Gasping at the pounding gait ----- Sap and honey spills Flowing evidence of love No cups to overfill Sip direct and satisfy Sharing with one another ----- a colorful world where you're sunshine and rainbows... kite up in the sky ----- where waves cannot reach two hearts drawn upon the sand... beside love's calm sea ----- Roughness of tree bark Eased by stream's caress She teases bare skin With one after the other Making love to mother earth ----- unfolding petals seeking sensation's center... where her stream rises ----- let's bathe together anoint our skins with kisses... embrace to dry ourselves ----- in her little death pierced by love's welcome arrows... she bleeds in rainbows ----- his words love's seed poet spent with his efforts... rests as she reads them ----- As a flowing stream I surround every secret Touching her places Which only water can reach Or a lover's poetry ----- i weep for her wounds leave kisses upon her scars... love her who bears them ----- always returning gallery of simple beauty... single work of art ----- By Donovan Baldwin001
- WHALE WATCHING IN MONTEREY BAYIn Poetry·August 1, 2023I stand upon the deck, Watching waves in the bay, Bracing to the roll of the boat, Simple vessel built for simple toil, Knowing I will but touch A portion of the Pacific. Yet, on the edge of adventure, Old tales, some by RLS himself Who rode these very waves, Echoing in my mind. (RLS = Robert Louis Stevenson author of Treasure Island and many other stories and essays, who lived a while in Monterey.) Donovan Baldwin000
- THE EYES OF THE MANIn Poetry·August 1, 2023The eyes of a child, Can see many things... Such as castles, and spaceships... And dragons with wings. But, he'll leave these behind, With the toys of the child, Filing those dreams, Where such things are filed. He'll be part of the tribe, With the earth as his home, Knowing life...sometimes love, With no reason to roam. Yet, when day's gone to bed, And his body is aching, He'll scan the dark sky, With his heart somehow breaking. In that night with the stars Sown so widely "out there", He'll yearn for the cold, Where there's not any air. With a smile on his face, He'll join others in play, Hearing dimly a voice, Which calls him away. Is it fortune he seeks? Is he a fool seeking fame? Or is it part of a man, Which can never be tamed? It's not found in books, In banks or in bars, The name of that thing, Calling him to the stars. Is it part of his soul, Which cries from within, Marked on the man, Like original sin? Must he go to the stars, Just because they're "out there"; Into space, where it's cold, And there's not any air? Maybe, just maybe... He remembers a dream, Of the child he thought lost, But not lost it seems. A man's but a child, Who yearns to see things, Such as castles and spaceships... And dragons with wings. - Donovan Baldwin000
- SHE WAS AN ANGEL, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·August 2, 2023she was an angel he a vagabond poet... they met fell in love ---- dawn's blaze rekindles hot embers of last night's fires... new phoenix rises ----- teases her blossom separates folded petals... to gather honey ----- you are the taste of love honey drips along my tongue... shared among kisses ----- these kisses contain words which rest upon my tongue... waiting to be shared ----- she found her freedom when he bound her with his words... and dreams became real ----- she dares not reveal how deeply his words touch her... she suspects he knows ----- slow dancing naked silver shadows in moon glow... melting together ----- she pounces on me erotic tigress released... devouring prey ----- nude tangled bodies every breath a new caress... each kiss more thrilling ----- Naked she stares at Her image in the mirror Wonders what he sees Eyes closed she touches herself And begins to understand ----- In her cozy nest Small sleepy bird awakens Rising towards warmth Awaiting love's arrival With its delicious kisses ----- with rough hands and words ancient warrior poet... touches her gently ----- she reads in private all the words he wrote for her... words that feed her fires ----- loves private moments but not because she's lonely... personal play time ----- the tumult of her mind so quickly turned to plesure... in love's calm embrace ----- why would i change you if i truly love you now... just the way you are ----- I see the embers Hidden by her peaceful smile Set to reignite My hands rake her coals about As I stir fire with kisses ----- She causes poems Through mental stimulation Caressing my mind Touching my pleasure centers Seducing me with her thoughts ----- erotic poet tongue writes sins upon her skin... when she can hold still ----- Sweet exterior Hides rebellious wildflowers Beautiful desires So long seeking to be free Understood and accepted ----- hold that smile for me as i pick out special words... to touch heart and mind ----- each night she wonders what poems come tomorrow... words he writes for me ----- warm summer breeze blows as we sit beneath the moon... and just talk awhile ----- gave myself to her take me taste me swallow me... she did we bacmme one ----- watching as her lips enjoy a delicious treat juice runs doen her chin ----- precise equation undonditional love grows exponentially ----- Donovan Baldwin004
- TINY TWINKLING THINGSIn Poetry·August 3, 2023Each less than the light of a match Swarms of small scattered stars, Illuminate infinite ideals and dreams, Tempting, tantalizing targets for quests Mysteriously motionless behind the moon, They, tiny twinkling things, Produce profound passions Fevered fantasies and fables. Donovan Baldwin000
- SHADOWSIn Poetry·August 3, 2023Shadows released from bondage, By the weakening sun, Crawling, leaping, inch by inch, Up walls, and across streets, Filling up the lit openings Between solid objects Making all into one dark block, A mystic place from which Anything marvelous, Mysterious or fearful Might arise, Only to disappear With the shadows At the sun's resurgence. Donovan Baldwin000
- TINY BUTTERFLIES, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·August 4, 2023tiny butterflies words he wrote inside her... seeking their release ----- dawn lifts night's blanket love and desire wake once more... her blossom opens ----- growing as he tastes her ripe succulent berries... gaia's rich harvest ----- sweet mists of dawn swirl about velvet petals... dewdrops on my tongue ----- fingertips passing shy pastel petals unfold... begging for kisses ----- warrior grown old alone after his battles... seeks heart to call home ----- she spills his poems like hot candle wax on skin... burning her inside ----- special treat for him petals dipped deep in honey... sweet upon his tongue ----- busy loving bee gathering from her petals... delicious honey ----- her questing fingers reaching out for ecstasy... hand full of pleasure ----- All my treasures So meaningless unless I share them With someone I love, So, I give you rainbows, And golden sunsets, Shy pink naked dawns, Sleepy birdsong, Audacious wildflowers, Roaring waterfalls, And tiny spillways, And all the words Pent up so long inside, Waiting for you to appear. ----- Donovan Baldwin000
- Creativity springs eternal!In PhotographySeptember 12, 2022What fun - simply brilliant!00
- WHISPERS FROM A BLIND POETIn Poetry·August 5, 2023I dream of gods and goddesses, Heroes, and the feats they did, And lovers whose love Shook the entire world Setting nations aflame Nymphs, and nereids, and dryads, Satyrs, centaurs, Old besotted Bacchus, Wine dripping down his face, Pass before me in The fading light My feet stumbling upon the path Of the old blind poet, As I listen intently In my own darkness, Hoping to hear his whispers Echoing in my mind. Donovan Baldwin000
- THE PEN'S A BETTER TOOL By Donovan BaldwinIn Poetry·August 5, 2023000
- GOD OF MANY NAMESIn Poetry·August 5, 2023Two small dark islands, Peaks of silver hills afloat Upon a moonlit sea, Which, with each breath, Rise and fall, faster with The coming of the Evening storm, the Wind of my mouth, Reverberation of hands, Beating out a tempo, Rising, heating, waters Of her still lagoon, Until it boils, and Seething with pent up Expulsions bursts Forth from trembling land Heaving in her quake, Til, settled again at last... The goddess sleeps Resting in the arms of Her god of many names, Whom she invoked, With imprecations and Obscene demands within, The wonderful power Of the gale which overtook her. Donovan Baldwin003
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