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I know your body, and, Material man, Must say I love "you". That is "who" you are, Yet, body alone is not the attraction, Nor magnet, to hold my attention. The spirit within, behind, That beating heart, Excitement of your gasping breast, Your mind, which caught, And yet holds me. • Donovan Baldwin

I rise, I rise, Again I fall, And rise again, Poet by fate, Warrior by vow, I must be what I must be, Do what I must do, For only one other option remains, And that villain has not come onstage as yet. • Donovan Baldwin

These old fingers, Lined and corded, Seem to the eye Hard and cold, Unfeeling, but, They have learned How to touch, To follow curves, Find the secret spots Uncover the most Sensitive and sensual Desires as she, Whispers, quivers, Sighs and moans, Signals they learned Many years ago. • Donovan Baldwin

as if sun's own light a far flung radiation essence of true love moon reflected back so that by darkest of nights we remain aware this wondrous event illuminating lovers cast so far apart • Donovan Baldwin

evocative rose images beyond the bloom... love's lustful blossom • Donovan Baldwin

flitting page to page tone and texture of her tale... beneath her fingers • Donovan Baldwin

In some secluded cove A small boat rocks at anchor, Disturbed less by waves Than by the efforts Of lovers safe aboard, Who use the silent safety And solitude to practice The arts of love as Nature intended. • Donovan Baldwin

Nature's good for poetry... Not merely storms and wind, And warm rain and Ice cold sleet, all of which, Touch and arouse so Many thoughts and feelings, But, natural thoughts And feeling arising from Most natural inner storms Of buffeting desires, And blasts of fulfillment. • Donovan Baldwin

Each string its own sad note As the old fingers achingly dance Up and down the neck of The old guitar which seems To remember the songs From another time and place, As lovers listen, eyes locked Upon one another's remembering Past lovemaking and future, Caused by night and wine And music of bold desires. • Donovan Baldwin

"I love you..." Words spoken are a way, To pass the message... A favor done, without, Asking for something In return... Another way. A touch in passing, A stolen kiss, An intimate pat, Or quick caress... Still more... Something NOT done, Perhaps not noticed, Could be too. All ways can say it, Some better, Some not so well, So, sometimes I will say the words, "I love you..." For the many messages, You might have missed. • Donovan Baldwin

Gulf water was cold Until I swam in rivers And the Pacific. Now I know it's warm, Or warmer. We learn by Experience Comparison Contemplation, Sometimes, That's how we Grow inside, By learning We might be wrong. • Donovan Baldwin