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I saw her dance Never trained, Yet so natural in Movement of her body, More in time to some Inner music, than, The rhythmic beat That others heard, Which faded before The sensual music Of her body, Playing to ancient Rhythms, causing both Her and I to smile With open pleasure. • Donovan Baldwin

Often dance, more than art, Is a celebration of life, An acknowledgement of Body and soul Given, Trained, Practiced, And... Set free To express its Desire, Exuberance, Love, Gaity, And even... Debauchery, Lust, Desolation, Uttered plainly in movement To the fullest extent Of feeling and emotion.

My fingers brush across your skin, I feel the flutter of your flesh, At their touch, As your trusting eyes follow, The movement of my hand... There is trust, but, There is knowledge too, That I will explore not only, The public part of your body, But, the most private parts as well. It takes courage on both our parts. You, lying there naked, Exposed to my eyes, And soon to be exposed To my fingers, And more. • Donovan Baldwin

Even without words, You speak to me.,, Of quiet walks On moonlit shores, Love songs softly played, On old guitars, Of candles fluttering In an evening breeze, As gossamer curtains Dance to the same Unheard music... Of stories laughed at, Lies disbelieved with A smile and upraised eyebrow And, quiet, special looks, In private pauses... Of fingers touching Across an old table, Marked with years, And promises of more, For those sharing there... Of wishes, dreams, desires, Granted and still in The hands of Fate, And, silent prayers, For their fulfillment... Of times gone by, And yet to come, History not yet made, But, with luck, The finest moments, Of them all... Of all this and more... Even without words, You speak to me. • Donovan Baldwin

What is a kiss between lovers? Our lips pressed together, The teasing play of tongues, Tastes of truth and love, Shared deeply as bodies joined, Caress one another, In sensuous dance, As the world passes by, Ignored by we two, Lost within our own estate, Where the kiss is all? • Donovan Baldwin

I speak to you in secret ways, Words spread upon the wind, Poetry whispered in your ear, Breath warm upon your cheek, Touches soft, yet securely intimate, Embraces sudden, bodies joined, Kisses deep and wet, Lasting long and shutting out, Whatever else may be in the world. • Donovan Baldwin

primal vibrations her butterflies escaping... when he touches her • Donovan Baldwin

In one passage of a book I read, And reread more than once, Was an explanation, An understanding of Our sad exciting humanity, And the great tasks Which infinity has assigned To we small humans Who have free will, That most frightful of powers, And, the most human. • Donovan Baldwin

It's those tiny stars which Prove the dark so rich and thick, Lonely candles full of secret promises, Each twinkling light An imaginary word, A cryptic promise, Written brightly upon Our page of the universe Awaiting effortlessly forever Contemplation, Translation, Understanding, Action. • Donovan Baldwin

Whirling into darkness, Seeking to know the unknown, Brave and bold and sore afraid, Bound for some unknown glory, Or a crushing defeat, As we, upon this small ball, Voyage galaxies unexplored, Within universal boundaries, Defined only by Imagination and desire. • Donovan Baldwin

Walking in semi darkness, Pond reflections in the Morning light, Porch lights, street lights, Found in a pond, Reality and reflection, Does it matter The range of houses, Real or imagined, Mountains in the distance Of the human mind... Observation or perception? • Donovan Baldwin Photograph by Donovan Baldwin

she's truly naked tiny bits of skin revealed... between my kisses now completely bare the woman she has revealed... no longer hidden more than simply nude all her love has been revealed... both body and soul • Donovan Baldwin