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they were tender words melting sweetly in my mouth your lips shared with mine ----- marks upon my soul left by fingernails on skin and a lover's words ----- touched by his kisses tender petals weep for joy dew drops down the stems ----- bring your love to him show him how you feel inside shouldn't have to guess ----- i know all your sins they're the reasons i love you let's sin together ----- we add skeins of words weave a fabric which can't hide our naked desires ----- how thin this lace is loose woven words exposing love we cannot hide ----- in lovers' embrace dancers move slow face to face in moon's silver grace ----- i know she's out there better poet than i am i have seen her words ----- poets write of love that lies beneath the lace only we can see ----- she defied the rules in her desire to be free a poet helped her ----- she's the poetry poet merely writes her down using his best words ----- she was his helen he'd go to troy to reclaim despite gods and men ----- watch for your return from where the moon has you hid sunrise in my eyes ----- like some fabled queen tender lips cite poetry neath a foreign moon ----- somewhere she's sleeping and perhaps she dreams of me as i do of her ----- ardent lost lover kneeling at her secret gate begging to enter ----- wolves around his fire the poet drives them away howling ancient words ----- he accepts her needs way that she accepts his wants on their pleasure quest ----- blunt pagan passion instrument of ecstasy for mutual use ----- you offer yourself each piece of body and mind to my loving use ----- she feels she does right feeding body's needs and wants carnal appetites • Donovan Baldwin

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how proudly she struts aware as his eyes follow every move she makes smile not quite haughty for she desires this hot gaze which strips her naked her walk becomes dance hot seductive tango he cannot resist (Inspired by a video of an Argentinian tango.) ---- love not in darkness don't mute ecstasy with shame embrace its true light ----- drinking from petals nectar only love can bring to delicate folds ----- the two skills i have love and writing poetry both bring only pain ----- naked on her bed waiting to greet her lover gasps as he enters ----- never having been i still dream of paradise adam to your eve ----- she chose my heart's words wove them into love's restraints bound herself with them ----- of possible sins let not one of disrespect sully our desires ---- my heart has known you before sight or sound or taste loving you that long ----- eager eyes closed tight better for my mind to see your beauty revealed ----- never enough words so i keep transposing them in revealing poems ----- i gamble for love tossing my poetic dice hope to win your heart ----- as i grow older i recall love known and made but words come slowly ----- if she were my love and she is but doesn't know my words would tell her ----- if i could once be somewhere in your memories if not in your heart • Donovan Baldwin

Your words are like sticky knives Sweet quills laced with arsenic Floating across the miles Aiming for my heart Your aim is deadly, hitting marks Passionate invitations  Touching heart and tender spots Tracing my desires I long to be as you describe Running free to love, explore Our hearts and limbs entwined Beating out our own love song Dark poet with eager mind Oft I feel your kisses soft Running down my neck, wet like tears upon hot skin Come explore where dreams begin Together holding hands Trapsing sand and towering wood As we were when life began

you said you'd turn me on if i told you my desires i whispered your name ----- a dying poet cares less for the end of days than the end of words ----- he's tried so often to write words that tell the world how much he's loved her ----- the beauty's in you you're the one who cannot see what i try to reveal ----- poet writes outside the lines defies tradition ----- with sweet ink she writes poetry upon petals meant to be tasted ----- i long to hold you have you stay within my arms forever and more ----- she is too open for the others to accept so she turns to me ----- at others' beck and call I've never belonged to me wanted for who i am ----- made aware so often i accept my worthlessness in the eyes of the world ----- once wrote poetry it began to sadden me so the urge left me ----- the last thing i love has now become a burden i can no longer bear ----- wait beside the tracks for the train that never comes the one bearing love ---- no one can give me what the fates have so decreed will never be mine ----- a whole life I've spent wishing for someone to care but it's too late now • Donovan Baldwin

two tidal lovers a sea of exclamations a pounding of waves ----- below the surface it's so sweet resting down here in your soul's ocean ----- mid shadows of fire there among the leaping flames your image dances ----- powerful her tides strong the waves which cast about we entwined lovers ----- two sad lovers cursed their most powerful desires cannot defeat fate ----- i cannot be one my helmet and my rifle as true as my pen ----- kissing your closed eyes telling you secrets with touches smiling at your smile • Donovan Baldwin

You impress me... The way your words Carry the tactile message Of body to body, Tongue to tongue, The taste of the inner you, Drippings of desire, Gathered in licking kisses, Shared without shame In the form of poetry, For the moment, A liquid feast for lovers, Bound to taste the most Intimate messages Beyond words. ----- eternal question what is it like to be loved don't know the answer ------ i've never seen you yet how beautiful you are your words bear witness ----- encaged with poet lashed by her own desires the freedom she seeks ----- aria amour beautiful ecstatic song bursting from within ----- withholding pleasure until she can wait no more achieving climax ----- never enough words so it must be done this way with ardent kisses ----- a night of whispers stories told by stroking hands and ecstatic sighs ----- beautiful her song the way she pulls each note forth as her fingers strum ----- no one to save me on the slippery road through hell that others call lif ------ smiling her soul ablaze for her poetic arsonist who loves to watch her flames ----- wanted her to be her not put on a show for me sexier that way ----- wonder who i am for i belong to no one and none will claim me ----- dancing in the rain she's filled with liquid music raindrops notes on skin ------ she's sexy when wild so unladylike and free as eve might have been ----- in the lonesome night i await your messages though my hopes grow dim ----- who used whom i ask which was humiliated left trembling alone ----- a poet's subject once marked she moved on ever immortal ----- this picture's gentle the next wildly erotic you will be in both ----- words those moving things that found their way inside her touching her pleasures ----- poetry brings her to a sort of ecstasy at the tips of words ----- yet though i will dream dream is all it will remain in which you visit • Donovan Baldwin

I've been cruising social media. Just curious, and, as always, hoping to pick up an idea for one of my little comments, or, if I'm REALLY lucky, trigger the "poet button" hidden in my brain that I cannot find, and do not know how to activate on purpose. In the process, I DID come across a range of comments, seemingly unrelated, but, which brought MY thoughts to a common point. There are people whose purpose, their dream, their driving force is to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, protect the defenseless. Beautiful! Wouldn't want them to change for anything. There's people whose purpose, their dream, their driving force is to make something beautiful, artistic, aesthetically pleasing, not necessarily "useful" or utilitarian, but, something we humans need or desire... not all at the same time for the same thing, but, in much the same way. Ditto on the previous response. There's people whose purpose, their dream, their driving force is to make something... money, fame, invention, items and services utilitarian, or simply wanted by the masses, or by people who really need "it"... whatever it is. Same, ditto... carry on. Each of these often looks askance at the others, not understanding THEIR "why", and not understanding that it's the SAME "why"... just pointed in another direction. We're human because we want to do... not just to be... but to do... something. We're human because we CAN be different and still be human. • Donovan Baldwin

Waves buzz by, I pick them up Tuning in the universal ebb and flow Blanket of eternal signals Receptors open to receive Be these dreams  Or thoughts of other beings Released unto the cosmic bands For sharing across the great expanse I feel you too, your red hot need Searing my skin, my brain and my soul I let these wash by No way to take them in Keep sending out your magnetic waves into the universe we share Know I touch and taste each one Restrained but alive to your calls Feel me for you know me well Words sent out upon the wind Across the miles my kisses fly to land upon your skin I’m a ghostly figment that you’ve seen How beautiful it would be to hold and touch and share Run wild and free upon the breeze

though i seem distant you are in my mind and heart at busy moments ----- could she be the one lady seems to like his words so becomes his muse could he be the one poet suddenly writing lost within his words might these two be one lady whom the poet loves and makes immortal ----- warm feelings rising she's afraid to let them show what he's known a while ----- embracing lovers one molten silver figure made out of moonlight ----- no shame in my words or the way i write of you respect and desire ----- unconventional the way poets express love unconditional ----- black night sky explodes fireworks which cannot be seen but felt by poets ----- she loves poetry how the words caress inside as much as i do • Donovan Baldwin