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When in quiet moments, You playfully recall, All that's been done and said, Feeling the depth Of a mutual passion, Spend a gentle moment, Remembering, recalling, How it feels to be touched, Kissed and taken to The highest edge of Happy ecstasy, and held, Bound by loving hands. • Donovan Baldwin

carve soft marble give it her curves and her shape never as lovely • Donovan Baldwin

you began as lust now i need you every way you have become love • Donovan Baldwin

moon spreads her blanket silver cover on the ground for lovers' pleasure • Donovan Baldwin

rise whispered love song, her aria's crescendo, signalling climax • Donovan Baldwin

I live in a land of dreams, Pursuing shadows of Fantasies of Past and future, Seeking beauty And truth... Not always the same, But equally important To my heart and mind, Yet, upon my quest, Diverted and detained By folk and images, I wish not to allow To disrupt My imaginary Existence, So real to me. • Donovan Baldwin

Hands gliding, Touching,, Tracing, Not quite caressing, Sliding with endearment, Across the warm, Pleasantly shuddering flesh. I watch, As you watch me, Watching your hands, Touching, Tracing, Showing, What to do, How to do it, Learning with eyes And heart, How it feels For you. • Donovan Baldwin

It echoes in my mind, Reverberating in my heart, From out of old memories, A haunting refrain, Violins and guitars, Quiet voices singing In night's dark arena, Lit by a fire redolent Of pine and amour, Eyes searching for the one Whose love has woven This net of floating embers. • Donovan Baldwin

Somewhere sigh the sounds of love, Sensual sights which stir the soul, Forcing fever pitch of fervid love, Arduous ardor, perfectly performed, As passionate poet pastes His histrionic hysteria Upon a pristine page, In lyrical love lines, Apt for Aphrodite. • Donovan Baldwin

I hide, I hide, Afraid to reveal myself, Keep all inside and secret, And then, a poem demands To be released and soars, Or saunters out, Distributing to the public Pictures from my soul, And, afraid, I hide, I hide, Knowing it will happen Again and again... • Donovan Baldwin

Why I love Gauguin? His women are always real, And, always beautiful. At the same time, A lesson, Real women Are always beautiful. • Donovan Baldwin