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her clothes on the floor a trail left of her passing nude she comes to him more than cloth behind inhibitions and fears left no longer needed his embrace all she needs to cover her nakedness if ever needed • Donovan Baldwin

she brushes my lips with the softest of petals honey fills my mouth • Donovan Baldwin

exchanging poems in verbalistic foreplay... we make poetry • Donovan Baldwin

shade of yesterday moving as if yet alive... as ghost among ghosts (Last line borrowed from "The Name of the Rose" by Umberto Eco.) • Donovan Baldwin Still shot from the movie, Name Of The Rose with Sean Connery (One of my favorite movies.)

I can but reflect That which has form.. Mirror creates not The image it reveals, Nor echo the sound, It reverberates, for, Those are realities, Echo and mirror produce Not the thing but Representations... As my words Are but shadows, Of realities I live. • Donovan Baldwin

Let yourself be lover, The woman who has always Been hidden so deeply Inside your being Awaiting someone To speak the truth to, To share the erotic essence Of your beating heart, Taking his hand, Placing it upon your breast To share with him The warmest kisses, Most daring caresses, And sweetest secrets, Of your body And your heart... • Donovan Baldwin

Woman, she, Ebony or ivory, Or somewhere in between, Perhaps beyond, Woman still of mystery, And tantalizing landscape, Of her hard tipped hills, Softly rolling velvet plains Her warm welcoming grotto Of earthy delights, Which transport These two loving mortals To lands of uncommon Fantasy and ecstasy. • Donovan Baldwin This, and other poems and articles of (hoped) interest, can be found on my Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin (https://ravensong-poetry.blogspot.com/2023/11/woman-still-of-mystery-poem-by-donovan.html)Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin.(https://ravensong-poetry.blogspot.com/2023/11/woman-still-of-mystery-poem-by-donovan.html) http://ravensong-poetry.blogspot.com/(http://ravensong-poetry.blogspot.com/)

Twice my age, She'd lived and loved Twice as much as me In years, Multitudes more in love Her body old With years, but too With experience She shared Passing me by The obstacles She had faced And conquered, Teaching me The end made The journey, And the journey, Was the pleasant way To reach the end, And begin again. • Donovan Baldwin