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Close the door and draw the bath, Light the candles, filling the air, With splendid scents and music, Let fall the robe at last, and, Naked and ready step into the tub, Easing your body into the warm water, With its scented oils and, only then, After a sigh of contentment, Take my poetry in one hand, And yourself in the other. • Donovan Baldwin

In her quivering awareness Tiny needles in the autumn winds Which play upon her open skin Raw with its need and tingling With brushstrokes of falling leaves, Flesh singing with each passing touch, Aching at the melody caused By her eager awareness. Imagining her lover's touch, So long desired and dreamed, Laid bare in her vulnerability, Each feather touch as intense As ice or fire or crashing crescendo, A symphony of needs and wants, Played upon and within her body, And her mind upon the inner trembling, Just before her fall. • Donovan Baldwin

in a blur of wings night's ebon raven descends scaring off the sun ----- wee valiant candle flickers within the darkness flame of poetry ----- we, the light and i scan the pages of a book illumination • Donovan Baldwin

Behind me, beyond my sight, You press your warm and silken skin to mine, Tracing my back with your body, Fitting your woman's curves into My shoulders, spine, and buttocks, Pressing breast, belly, hips to my skin, The impring of your body on mine, Caressing my back with your face, Your body, And a multitude of kisses. Beyond my sight, your fragrance touches me, The breath of your soft sighs on my skin, Ignite fires upon my skin, And within my body. One special sigh becomes my name, Spreading across my skin, As our breaths take on A shared rhythm. A time of loving comfort, Other desires to be fulfilled In other ways at other times, But, for now, a silent sharing, As body speaks to body of love. Another time we will turn face to face, Consummate other desires, but for now, This is what is desired, This is the way we love, In comfort, and peace, And the joy of presence.

lonely blossom weeps nectar yearns for lover's lips butterfly kisses • Donovan Baldwin

Behind me, beyond my sight, You press your warm and silken skin to mine, Tracing my back with your body, Fitting your woman's curves into My shoulders, spine, and buttocks, Pressing breast, belly, hips to my skin, The impring of your body on mine, Caressing my back with your face, Your body, And a multitude of kisses. Beyond my sight, your fragrance touches me, The breath of your soft sighs on my skin, Ignite fires upon my skin, And within my body. One special sigh becomes my name, Spreading across my skin, As our breaths take on A shared rhythm. Beyond my sight Touches of loving comfort, Other desires to be fulfilled In other ways at other times, But, for now, a silent sharing, As body speaks to body of love. Another time we will turn face to face, Consummate other desires, but for now, This is what is desired, This is the way we love, In comfort and peace, And the joy of presence. • Donovan Baldwin

At my back she stirs, murmurs Her arms, entwine my frame, In her blind embrace, A mark of, wordless claim. Her fluttering fingertips, Wisps upon my moonlit skin, Draw small galaxies Up and down my spine, Spinning planets and suns, Moons and stars into The universe of me. My poet, she, celestial artist, Writing, drawing me with touch, Blind and feeling words, Etched in poems on my skin, And in my heart, In ancient runes made of, Tactile touches of Love and mystery. • Donovan Baldwin

Each embrace a cursive question, Hands and arms and legs seek The sunligh he brings her, She, waking in shadows Her bower of secrets, Reaching for stars, Reaching for him, Writing poems, Drawing maps, Marveling as, Her words, His scars, Answer. • Donovan Baldwin

I think words are raindrops Falling, Streaming through your mind, Like a summer rain, Cleansing your body. As the storm of words, Ebbs and flows, Streaming down and Slowing to a drip, drip, drip That creates its own rhythm... Its oWn pathways of Pleasure and Channels of understanding. The flow of words cleansing my heart, As they bathe your body and soul, Flowing words born of thought, Become a stream of reality Within your mind, Touching your body, Awakening, Secrets so long hidden, Your heart's desires. • Donovan Baldwin

Yes i thirst for you But do you desire me to thirst for you? That's the important part. • Donovan Baldwin

safe within eden she knows she must take the risk and love a poet • Donovan Baldwin

So safely protected within her paradise, A place of quiet beauty and repose, So peaceful and serene, her heart at ease, Without storm or flame to shake her placid dreams. Once upon a gentle breeze, she thought she heard, A siren call, a poet's words, perhaps deceit, Yet, suddenly aware of temptations sweet, The wild words seemed to her such pleasant sins. But, oh, the risk to heed the poet's call, How thrilling to set her mind and body free, To drink deeply from the poet's well, Perhaps be barred from Eden for eternity. Trembling she crept closer to the sound She saw the poet, felt rather than heard, The heat of his words that burned her bonds away, Releasing her from Eden's thrall. Poet took her hand and together, They left one Eden for another, Their whispered words bright embers, Fireflies lighting their new Eden. • Donovan Baldwin