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My fingers brush the tender skin, Laid bare for me, Lucky lover, Lusty lover, Yet, at this quiet moment, Gentle touch on your bare flesh, Offered warm to my loving fingers, Sighs whispering from your lips, Small twitches at the tickle Of my fingertips. • Donovan Baldwin

In rain she swirls, Droplets spray from her hair, Her clothes, Cling provocatively to her dancing body, As she smiles at me, Hands enticing, inviting, inciting, As she swings and sways in olden ways, In steps and signals Of desire burgeoning, Of desire fulfilled, If I too dance. • Donovan Baldwin

Close behind I hold you in my arms, My breath warm on your soft cheek As my lips trace love words, Whispered, barely heard, On your neck beneath your ear, Your soft hair and mine blending, As you lean your head back, Inviting my questing mouth To more pleasurable exploration. • Donovan Baldwin

Forgive me love, if I hover tenderly, Near you, afraid to touch, For fear, You may be but a dream, To wisp away from my fingertips, Hummingbird too busy, Or too nervous of such a brute as I, To remain beneath my stroking fingers. Quiver not, love. Rest easy to my amorous touch. • Donovan Baldwin

I summoned my superpower, The one left to me by jealous gods. With my words I spun a lover, Perfect in all my hopes and dreams, Desires and pleasures. She, was kind and caring, With humor and heat, Pragmatic and passionate, Understanding, able to see me, As I am, And love me. • Donovan Baldwin

Ducks on the pond, Ducks on the wing, In the cold of the morning gold, Hawks on the hunt, Red tailed and bold, Winged furies on the swoop. Gold disc rising, Scarlet fire in the sky, Morning rises, wind rises, And I think of you, And smile. • Donovan Baldwin

Small steps, small steps, Defiant gaze, Seductive sway, Hip and thigh and breast, A challenge As arms trace invitations To the brave, Fingers snapping to The music behind The madness in which She finds herself, Free at last To roam the universe As love goddess Without regret. • Donovan Baldwin

If I could take tools, To fine Carrara marble, The kind Michelangelo chose, For David, A special block, The finest, With you trapped inside, I would tap and tap, Remove all which was not you, Until emerged, Your likeness, My beloved, Then set it where, The whole world could see. • Donovan Baldwin

What joy is possible, When allowed to be free, Free to be yourself, To revel in the central Core of who you are. That is the greatest Gift I give, an offer, No conditions, Requirements or Expectations other, Than you be the woman You've ever longed to be, Loved by one who Waited for you to appear? • Donovan Baldwin

Not every work of art must be edgy. There is nothing wrong with being traditional. You don't have to lead the way, But, you should speak your truth. Some people like yesterday, Some want to rush into tomorrow. You don't have to be someone else. Be yourself, past, present, future. • Donovan Baldwin

Why do I keep writing? Each day adds a new page, Additional chapters to The continuing story. Love is part of that story, A most important part, And so, I must keep writing, Even if only as historian. Whatever each day brings, Is our story and needs To be recorded. • Donovan Baldwin

What's more important than... Being with... Sharing... Being there for... Love? Handy word that segues into Holding, kissing, caressing, Making love, Or, Having sex. Different? Maybe. Sometimes, Sometimes not. Isn't love at first... Being with... Sharing... Being there for? • Donovan Baldwin