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Must you leave at dawn, Leaving only with words... The ones I chose, The ones you left, Can you not stay, and, Resting on my chest, Softly speak those words Growing more eager as you Delve deeper into Your own desires, And my wordless responses? • Donovan Baldwin

Must you leave at dawn, Leaving only with words... The ones I chose, The ones you left, Can you not stay, and, Resting on my chest, Softly speak those words Growing more eager as you Delve deeper into Your own desires, And my wordless responses? ----- what she does to me makes me growl a primal growl... before her first touch ------ nude in a gown of sighs as his day broke over her... filling hills and valleys ----- by one candle's light she shows him all her secrets... he must learn by touch ----- one bold night she dares to reveal all her secrets... to please her poet ----- cheek against bare chest her hand peacefully resting... just above my heart a snuggling wiggle a warm sigh of contentment... as she fills my arms intimately aware of her body curved to mine... where it's meant to be ----- how long lasts a kiss the best will be a lifetime... where naught else exists ----- when properly stroked touched a roughly gentle way... she sings like crystal too like a crystal stimulated she shatters... in blinding prisms explosions of light ultimate release made known... ecstasy's rainbow ----- there's nothing stronger than love's ethereal strands... which reach between us ------ would touching you burn each time i imagine it... i feel i'm on fire ----- desires which fill her pleasures she's so long denied... become real with him ----- i dare not touch you for fear that you are not real... dream that fades at dawn ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Two lovers beginning to play She takes his hand to show him the way, "Move your fingers like this, To cause me some bliss," He does, and SHE does, right away. • Donovan Baldwin

Each separate day is neither Long nor wide enough For all out dreams and desires, Yours and mine overlapping. As we each make the best For ourselves and our loves, We must cut and form our hours, And dreams to fit one another. • Donovan Baldwin

Tide's out, slow ripples, Water like restoration glass, Waves of sand visible In the shallows, Appearing to move with Sun through prismatic water, As small fiddler crabs scuttle Out and in their holes Scattered across the mud flats, On their secret crabby missions. • Donovan Baldwin

At the urging of the nuns, I read of Homer's heroes, Of the ravishing beauty of Helen who toppled The "topless towers of Ilium", Words musical to a boy, A stirring tale replete With godlike warriors, And too human goddesses, So romantically inclined And also loosely clad, bosomy Female deities full of passion, Seething human frailties and desires How could I, imprssionable teen, Fail to become entranced, With the romance of poetry? • Donovan Baldwin Art: Paris_Abducting_Helen_C1782-C1784_by_Gavin_Hamilton

Embracing in our cozy love nest, Intimately entwined in search of Mutually consensual ecstasy, Each making love to... for... the other, We reach that consummate state Of orgasmic bliss, feeding upon The pleasure given to our lover. • Donovan Baldwin

If I desire you, should I not, As a true lover, desire all aspects, Loving you in all possible, Though perhaps not permitted ways, Giving and receiving all that love, Which may pass between us, And surround us in whatever Form and function our loving May inspire or require? • Donovan Baldwin