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i turned and reached out one last blind attempt at love and you took my hand • Donovan Baldwin

carved from pure marble lightly clad nymph emerges seducing mortals • Donovan Baldwin Art: Nymphe a la coquille (Nymph with a shell) 1st century marble statue from Italy

A bloom, a blossom, Nesting, hidden away, Awaiting flower lover, To seek and sip Sacred nectar, Humming to himself, With pleasure as From this orchid He sates himself With love's elixir, Falling with the flower, Into ecstasy and languor, At his efforts And reward. • Donovan Baldwin

on her satin skin his fingers trace poetry... she sighs soft as silk ----- taught me simple words to speak with her of love and life... embracing more than meanings ----- flavor of her mouth lingers on my tongue and lips... hunger and thirst for more ----- your mouth a playground eager land of lips and tongue... love overflowing ----- lover's touch a breath each caress on secret skin... drives desires unward ----- beyond sexual freedom to be intimate... a higher level ----- a smile on her lips as he moans and asks for more... pleasure she causes ------ each breath a caress windblown satin over skin... my soft colored words ----- naked in the night moon's silver robes cast aside... two shadows entwined ----- touching soft tendrils seeking for a tiny bud... deep within her leaves mid curling tendrils a secret entrance lies... an orchid's petals open to his fingers as her blossom weeps for joy... beneath his caress ----- • Donovan Baldwin

It's that time of evening, The maudlin time, when, Missing you in my whimsical way, I want to tell you so much, Put down magic words, Chosen before the wine takes hold, And guides my tongue in ways, Not as much fun as others, When the simple words work best, So, I love you, dear. • Donovan Baldwin

burning blossom bursts fills my mouth with liquid fire... scalding eager lips ----- i'm many pieces old poet tattered by time... she makes whole again ----- along love's edges darinly we swoop and soar... tempting ecstasy ----- love's candy center released from a special treat... sinfully delicious ----- i wrote you a book read it with your heart and hear... whispers from each page ----- too tired to make love i'll lay here you have your way... was that the door i heard ----- each poem i write an egotistical trip... as if people care ----- eyes shut yet her lips wide in open ecstasy... cries out in silence ----- at first she trembles slowly he reveals her scars... soothes their pain with love ----- love has its power despite the distance between... two hearts beat as one ----- against the sunset molten gold statue poses... turns her heat on me ----- as the god takes her at her climactic moment... invokes lover's name ----- storm has passed for now leaving a bright reminder... rainbow of desire ----- • Donovan Baldwin

What thaumaturge or shaman, Wove the spell that bound our souls? What ancient words were spoken, In some forgotten, secret, sacred place? For only magic of the oldest kind, Could traverse time and the Universe, Bringing our kindred spirits, so far apart, Cetainly together as if fated by the gods. I'll never understand the arcane rites, Or rituals of the past forgotten sorcerer, Who decreed that we should meet, And bond for all eternity as one. At night, I seek, unanswered, revelation In the features of the silver silent moon, Yet, the final truth for me remains... It doesn't really matter how or who. You are here, and that is all, The gods have given you to me and, I need to know, not in the least... What ancient words were spoken. • Donovan Baldwin

The evening breeze passes Over quivering leaf and bough, As the bow of violin or cello, Drawing forth for poets' ears, Tales and mysteries unsolved, Messages in ancient tongues, To be set down as if our own. • Donovan Baldwin