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trap her with verses bind with words she's not yet read,,, tie beautiful knots • Donovan Baldwin

upon pleasure's pool swimming slow with silken strokes... creating ripples • Donovan Baldwin

My best friend's kid sister, Two years earlier a stick, But this time a young woman. My hands on her waist, Hers upon my shoulders, Her face inches from mine How did she become so pretty So rapidly? How did that skinny girl, Become a woman? Lifting her down, Bodies brushed, Breaths mingled, We laughed for some reason, A memory was made. • Donovan Baldwin

in dreams unwritten we've shared love a thousand times... poet's fantasies • Donovan Baldwin

despite all the ink some words i'll never write... ones she'll never read • Donovan Baldwin

perhaps someone will keep my words when i am gone... somewhere near their heart • Donovan Baldwin

So long I've longed to live my dreams, But, now with so much life it seems, My dreams are all I've left before, The soul-collector shuts the door. So, my dreams I'll write and share, And leave this life without a care. • Donovan Baldwin

Whatever it may truly be, Poetry, to me, is beauty, Spoken, written, spoken of, Yet more, Subjects themselves, Such as sunrise, The ocean, The dark or night, The moon within that night, The lovers 'neath the moon, Are also poetry, Which speak to the poet, Who tries to speak back. • Donovan Baldwin

on her satin skin his fingers trace poetry... she sighs soft as silk • Donovan Baldwin

a smile on her lips as he moans and asks for more... pleasure she causes • Donovan Baldwin

with a wistful smile he surrenders to sadness... content this night to dream • Donovan Baldwin

How I wish within my arms, If for but the briefest of times, You could rest, head to my breast, Warm woman secure and serene Resting in most pleasant repose, Prepared to love and be loved Without reservation, restriction, Condition, or cessation. • Donovan Baldwin