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gasping with pleasure guides hands to passion's vessel spilling her secrets • Donovan Baldwin

Poet's words like molten embers  Erotic stories he remembers She inhales his searing thought Igniting flames she 's so long fought. Her secret so long to contain, But no longer can restrain. Her back arched, bows to the Muse Battle fought, now she must lose... Love's arrows pierce her eager skin Willing target lets them in... Her body full of passion's fires, Her mind toward ecstasy aspires. Her lips burned by the poet's flame, Speaks his words, cries out his name. She is consumed, but not forlorn For like a Phoenix fast reborn. From the eager flames that bite She rises glowing into the night. Now he's her victim on her bed, As she circles overhead. In her mind the words remain, Echoing again again... She draws her poet to her breast, Until the next fires they shall rest. • Donovan Baldwin

A paradoxical work of art, Beautiful colors and weeping pain, Inner battles leaving bruises Which only love detects. Eager lips so crushed and bruised, Searching for unknown gentleness, Eyes full of fear and doubt, Seek hints of happiness and hope. Her very blood the ink Dripping from her stained fingers, Placing raw truths upon life's page, Calling it poetry. Her burdens made beautiful, By her proud bearing of truth, Stepping out from shame and shadow, To dance wildly in the moonlight. And, as they judge and whisper, She, lost in her innocent dissonance, Turns and sees a smile upon lips, Which desire to kiss her gently. Together they, two broken angels, Weave their stories into one, An epic poem of love which took long to come, But found their home at last. • Donovan Baldwin

of erotic acts trust is the most sensual totally revealing #poetry • Donovan Baldwin

Sensual woman Pure innocent seductions, Tantamount to sin. Unintended temptations, No stain upon her virtue. • Donovan Baldwin #tanka

Can You See? Look at me. It's YOU I want to see me. Look with the finest eyes you have, And, even so, You can never see, The real me before you. Look from every angle, above, below, And, even that, Will not allow you, To see the reality of me. Look at me. I beg, and plead, and Weep and pray, and in pain, I will ask you, "Can you see?" You will reply, "Yes." But, It will not be true. What you cannot see, You cannot know. Look at me, Please, look at me. I am begging now, Screaming, LOOK AT ME! Your face is towards me, Your eyes see my face and body, But, No matter how hard you look, You CANNOT see me. Finally, I ask, How can you say you know me, When you cannot even see me? There is much of me That you can never see, No matter how badly I desire, For YOU to see. So, once again, I ask, "Can you see?" Perhaps now, you can. I wish you could look at me, And really see me, but, Even more, I wish I could see you. Think about it, Now, "Can you see?" • Donovan Baldwin

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weed beside the road bloom as lovely as a rose... with stronger beauty ----- when my music plays she's the melody i feel... the tune i dance to ------ her pent up desires swore herself to keep hidden... the secrets he sought ----- she's holding his hand as he touches her secrets... guiding his fingers ----- you have missed so much if nature's never touched you... with her sun and wind ----- thoughts in her mind at the moment it happens... he serves love's cocktail ----- with diamond dewdrops in her erotic garden... petals opening ----- petals unfolding dripping with sweetest honey... lips seeking kisses ----- reveal your story bare your plot and dialogue... turn me on with words ---- fast moving fingers call forth her majestic chords... solo performance ----- so sweetly you sleep i visit within your drames... but must leave at dawn ----- she can't hear the laugh she can't see the many smiles... she is the cause of -----

her blush fast rising ahead of my passing lips... a breeze of kisses ----- she weeps as she reads his old tattered manuscript... book of ancient scars ----- seeking not to hide out of love before his eyes... exposes her secrets ----- two soft voices blend innocents in paradise... flowers all they wear ----- her deepest kisses leave tastes of sin on my lips... and desires for more ----- fearful of desires but longing for their hot flames... clutched her poet's hand ----- stirring her embers she explodes in ecstasy... thus he makes her whole ----- taught her not to fear the heat of her own fires... his heart in her flames ----- poet who loves her puts more than words in her mouth... stratching to a smile ----- you can't see yourself genuine wonder you are... so i will show you ----- sitting and waiting for whatever time may bring... i'm ready for it ----- shadows on the page letters scattered off and hid... poems meant for her ----- long i've shadowed you secrets hidden among poems... i hoped would trap you now time draws away only echoes surrond me... and useless poems yet i follow you along the path you've chosen... love's hope never dies ----- having made love i set down pen and lift glass... relive what i wrote ----- @donovanbaldwin

bring joy to sorrow forgive all the lonely ones... for you've been one too ----- might i love too much giving more than she might give... i don't believe so ----- hand in hand she guides leads me to her sacred lands... reveals rituals ----- Oddly different sensation, You opening my petals, Fingers wandering through my fields. Yet, so pleasant to know Something about me pleases you. The way your gaze, And then your fingers, And, eventually, I hope, Your lips, Explore my fields, And blossoms, Excites me, Raises my Expectations, Reignites old fires, Which have long become, Mere embers hidden In a field of Dying flowers, Which now seek To bloom Once more. ----- art may sometimes show what the lover's mind perceives... esoteric truths ----- between two hillocks poet rests his weary head... hand on her warm plain ----- i live without gods mine departed years ago... banished for their lies ----- revealing secrets watching her dark rose unfold... sparkling with honey ----- with all her freedoms chooses to stay at my side... free to be herself ALTERNATE among all freedoms she'd gladly stand at my side... free to be herself ----- that which passed between lancelot and guinevere... noble sins indeed ----- at work she's the boss at home they are both equals... sometimes she lets go ----- fragrant fantasy mouth tasting once more her breaths... kiss we've never had ----- in my mind and heart you are unable to sin... all you do is love ----- a sunshine woman loved by a creature of storm... never to be one ----- as if in a dream caught by love's strong gravity... orbit about you ----- searched within my words found hidden a beating heart... we touched each other ----- #love #poems #donovanbaldwin

my fingers tickling as she quivers with delight... gasping out desires ----- in her secret place a tickling of butterflies... she would love to share ----- sharing our heartbeats through contact of our bodies... faster and faster ----- drinking droughts of love beneath the forbidding stars... sinning by moonlight ----- vibrations above our love's sensory threshhold... in a flowing stream ----- reaching out with words for i fear one more heartbreak... i want to love you ----- moon knows our secrets and the tales of many loves... night's silver voyeur ----- hands in rushing stream bathed by love's flowing waters... innocent pleasure ----- glancing back i see dream departing with the dawn... leaves a smile and winks ----- #donovanbaldwin #poems #poetry