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- THE MOUNTAINS' TALESIn Poetry·September 23, 2023Come with me to the high land, To the hot desert beside The brooding mountains, Deeply engrossed in thoughts Beyond the understanding of mortals, For they have lived so long, Above the burning desert With its dead secrets, Have seen so much pass, Becoming history That only they remember... Come with me and Listen silently with respect To their unspoken tales. • Donovan Baldwin My photograph of the Superstition Mountains, Arizona.000
- BRIGHT BECKONING SMILE, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·September 24, 2023bright beckoning smile secret sign of life's enjoyments... and passion's pleasures ----- when the love wells up collides full speed with desires... we lay entangled ----- she strikes out alone on an ocean of passion... rocked by her own waves ----- alone she begins the game she desires so much... wishing he'd play with her ----- drinking from her well dripping nectars of desire... sharing love's flavors ----- • Donovan Baldwin001
- LIKE A DRENCHING RAINIn Poetry·September 25, 2023like a drenching rain showerhead pelting her skin... under his guidance Where do ideas for poems come from? This was written during an AquaCare showerhead commercial. It's not the thing, but, what you do with it. Free (http://it.Free)plug https://b(https://buyaquacare.com)uyaquacare.com(https://buyaquacare.com) • Donovan Baldwin000
- ONCE SHE FOUND HER BEAST, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·September 25, 2023once she found her beast craved him more than anything... gave up all for him ----- Seated at the edge of light's circle, Just before the darkness begins, The old warrior quietly observes, Her defiantly seductive dance. Slowly rising he approaches her fires, On shadowed flesh emerge ancient wounds, Skin and soul marked with reminders, Sad calm eyes which beheld many wonders. Inches from her, breath and heat mingling, Old eyes of the hunter look her Up and down exposing in intimate detail, The nakedness of body and soul. She tenses beneath the tactile passing Of his gaze, almost, but not quite able, To read the thoughts behind those Soft, quiet eyes, where, fires seem to burn. Somehow, without touching her he does, And his low voice growls... "Sheathe your claws, for now, kitty, kitty, You'll need them some other time. Now walk with me if you're brave enough" He touches her cheek briefly, Traces the outline of her body, Turns to the darkness with one look back. "Follow me if you dare, or not, beauty, But, bring the fire within your breast, You'll need its heat and warmth, In the darkness we will enter." ----- she aroused the poet and when the words came pouring out... she tried not to spill a one ----- ALIEN INVASION alien invasion different in an instant... she saw it happen his face and eyes changed as if taken by an inner force... as strange words appeared so long inanimate but now transcended to another plane... poet began to write ----- i spend time alone while surrounded by people... unable to touch me ----- what sins can you confess that i have not committed... forgiven myself for ----- In the darkness you fear the beat, The animal urges the drums evoke, And without him you are lost. His hands find you, take you, Turn you and control you... Touseling your hair, opening your blouse... His face emerges from the dark, The almost cruel stare that strips you naked... The deep dark eyes with their brilliant flames, Somehow comforting you... telling you... He will protect you. With your first uncertain steps, To the music pounding in your body, Blood rushes to your face and breast, As you release yourself to The freedom of the dance And his firm embrace. His eyes gaze upon the first tiny beads of sweat Collecting between your breasts in the heat of the moment, As he crushes you to his chest. "An animal," you think, almost purring the words, Feeling the pressure and vibrations, Spreading from your pelvis... Your breast rises as your body responds to The dance and the manner in which he's claimed you. The aching in your chest, the quivers in your belly, May be inside, yet, somehow, he can see and feel them, And you realize that you are totally naked to him.. Heart, mind, body, and soul... And you have followed him into darkness, Where he is king and will need a queen, Equal to his passions and daring... Again you shake but this time with certainty, With hot desire... knowing, yes, it IS already written... And your hand in his, you follow him into The darkness beyond the dance and the drums. ----- lets go of herself with him they dance in darkness... to visceral rhythms ------ exposing her throat she arches back against me... throbbing to be kissed ----- lashing of his words a powerful punishment... she sins to invoke ----- to claim your body i must first seduce your mind... so that you love me ----- climactic moment earthy poetry rings out... orgasmic paean ----- enchanted moment a beauty and her true beast... seen with each other's eyes ----- wanting to watch moon made indecent proposals... we laughed and agreed ----- when the words are done lascivious lines written... we will act them out ----- heat burns between us spirits fired with single flame... fueled by desire ----- Love slowly travels, An endless pathway seeking, Eternal embrace, Eyes trading quiet secrets. Two souls lovingly entwined. ----- why would i forget how could the thoughts of you end... forget myself first ----- caged by doubts and fears she surrendered to his arms... where her freedom lay ----- yes although she kneels instead of her submission... his exaltation ----- like a drenching rain showerhead pelting her skin... under his guidance ----- • Donovan Baldwin000
- A CLASH OF PASSIONSIn Poetry·September 25, 2023She's coming to him Approaching at a gallop, Thunder in her heart, Quivering expectation, A clash of passions. #tanka • Donovan Baldwin001
- Dance, My LoveIn PoetrySeptember 8, 2022Thank you, Lorene.0
- Night Flower ©In PoetrySeptember 15, 2022Susan, thanks a million for your support!0
- The WrenIn PoetrySeptember 12, 2022Oh, thank you! I sent a video of this friendly wren to George via e-mail...the file is too big to attach to the poem. Hoping his engineer can attach it. You must see it...The loyal little wren sings to me every day! Your comment is deeply appreciated.00
- First TouchIn PoetrySeptember 15, 2022Thank you. That's the idea. :)0
- The WrenIn PoetrySeptember 16, 2022Susan, I don't see any video - where is it0
- PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE AND BEAUTYIn General Discussion·September 26, 2023The honest pursuit of knowledge, beauty, and the good, beyond the interests or capabilities of most mortals, can produce its own levels of sensual pleasure, even unto ecstasy... and become its own addiction with ever increasing desires for more. • Donovan Baldwin000
- GASPING WITH PLEASURE, AND OTHER POEMSIn Poetry·September 26, 2023gasping with pleasure as her butterflies take flight... before questing lips ----- sweet and compliant but capable of leading... the best of lovers ----- our private moments how indiscreet is moonlight... turning sins silver ----- fueled by desires kindred loves a single flame... such heat we create ----- in poems i write every word is about you... as are the spaces ----- a sleeping embrace snuggled tight his front her back... two intimate spoons ----- bed's rocking ocean slap and crash of lovers' waves... mid cries of delight ----- alone in the dark poetry of sleeping love... my thoughts about you ----- dawn's awakening kisses coffee and poems... in sensual sips ----- posing for poet bare berfore his cursive brush... strokes of hottest words ----- drop some poetry i'll pretend it's a letter... and write back to you ----- snuggle with me dear warm me in the morning cold... share much more than heat ----- • Donovan Baldwin000
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