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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

Beautiful, sexy, hot? Not one person. Not one way. Not one body. Many different minds, Thoughts, Caring, loving, Laughing, Understanding. It's not how you're "built", It's how you live, love, Think, speak. Feel... How the other feels When together, Around you, Thinking of you. • Donovan Baldwin

Mighty little atom, So central to everything, All being, Things in existence, Beautiful and ugly, Useful and useless... Ourselves. Yet, so seldom sung, Or praised, For what is an atom That one cannot hold Or see,.. Specious argument, For can we see or hold Love, Respect, Honor, Duty, Beauty? And yet we sing of these! So, let us admire and Write poetry about Atoms, Molecules, And more. • Donovan Baldwin

A naked flower Blushes not at Its being bare, For that is a Sharing of its Beauty, The purpose It was created for. It blushes at The happy joy And ardent love Upon the face Of the gardener, Who loves it So intently. • Donovan Baldwin