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Behind me, beyond my sight, You press your warm and silken skin to mine, Tracing my back with your body, Fitting your woman's curves into My shoulders, spine, and buttocks, Pressing breast, belly, hips to my skin, The impring of your body on mine, Caressing my back with your face, Your body, And a multitude of kisses. Beyond my sight, your fragrance touches me, The breath of your soft sighs on my skin, Ignite fires upon my skin, And within my body. One special sigh becomes my name, Spreading across my skin, As our breaths take on A shared rhythm. Beyond my sight Touches of loving comfort, Other desires to be fulfilled In other ways at other times, But, for now, a silent sharing, As body speaks to body of love. Another time we will turn face to face, Consummate other desires, but for now, This is what is desired, This is the way we love, In comfort and peace, And the joy of presence. • Donovan Baldwin

At my back she stirs, murmurs Her arms, entwine my frame, In her blind embrace, A mark of, wordless claim. Her fluttering fingertips, Wisps upon my moonlit skin, Draw small galaxies Up and down my spine, Spinning planets and suns, Moons and stars into The universe of me. My poet, she, celestial artist, Writing, drawing me with touch, Blind and feeling words, Etched in poems on my skin, And in my heart, In ancient runes made of, Tactile touches of Love and mystery. • Donovan Baldwin

Each embrace a cursive question, Hands and arms and legs seek The sunligh he brings her, She, waking in shadows Her bower of secrets, Reaching for stars, Reaching for him, Writing poems, Drawing maps, Marveling as, Her words, His scars, Answer. • Donovan Baldwin

I think words are raindrops Falling, Streaming through your mind, Like a summer rain, Cleansing your body. As the storm of words, Ebbs and flows, Streaming down and Slowing to a drip, drip, drip That creates its own rhythm... Its oWn pathways of Pleasure and Channels of understanding. The flow of words cleansing my heart, As they bathe your body and soul, Flowing words born of thought, Become a stream of reality Within your mind, Touching your body, Awakening, Secrets so long hidden, Your heart's desires. • Donovan Baldwin

Yes i thirst for you But do you desire me to thirst for you? That's the important part. • Donovan Baldwin

safe within eden she knows she must take the risk and love a poet • Donovan Baldwin

So safely protected within her paradise, A place of quiet beauty and repose, So peaceful and serene, her heart at ease, Without storm or flame to shake her placid dreams. Once upon a gentle breeze, she thought she heard, A siren call, a poet's words, perhaps deceit, Yet, suddenly aware of temptations sweet, The wild words seemed to her such pleasant sins. But, oh, the risk to heed the poet's call, How thrilling to set her mind and body free, To drink deeply from the poet's well, Perhaps be barred from Eden for eternity. Trembling she crept closer to the sound She saw the poet, felt rather than heard, The heat of his words that burned her bonds away, Releasing her from Eden's thrall. Poet took her hand and together, They left one Eden for another, Their whispered words bright embers, Fireflies lighting their new Eden. • Donovan Baldwin

she wears a coat of words unraveled by his poems... all the threads falling • Donovan Baldwin

she taught me of love opened my eyes to beauty starting with myself • Donovan Baldwin

i write naked truth poetry of your beauty words cannot describe • Donovan Baldwin

fingers in your hair lips to lips pressed and open trembling with passion • Donovan Baldwin

Snow whispered down Through frosty air, Slipping and sliding, Among the stark Leaf empty limbs Of black sleeping trees, All around The white of winter, Illuminated By the moon, Earlier snow tracing In silver white, Limbs and walls, Rolling little hills, In a picture postcard Sort of way. • Donovan Baldwin