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guided by her muse following delightful paths most delicious ways in her secret place with his touching poetry she seeks ecstasy revealed exposed she wishes words upon her skin written by his lips ----- the moonlight paints her silver nude in open robe proud before his eyes ----- when your fires erupt fan them into leaping flames one touch at a time ----- subtle fingers scribe poetry upon herself in a cursive way • Donovan Baldwin

Let me not end far from the sea, For as a boy, the wind and waves Were symphony, dance, and drama, Performing daily in ever changing Role and choreography Majestic orchestration. They were too my history And fantasy, one blended Into the other, becoming one Within me all my days. • Donovan Baldwin

meet me on the bridge where only dreams may walk... before it fades at dawn ----- moonlight on bare skin both tangible and tactile... touches light and dark ----- fingers in your hair guiding kisses from behind... touch of eager lips ----- like the sun and moon share the sky but never meet... sunrise to sunrise ----- i can sense a storm though i saw how calm you were... i felt winds rising ------ open hand offers a bouquet of one blossom... from her small garden ----- subject for poem black facts silver fantasies... a moonlit nude ----- the gods' ambrosia equal parts of love and lust... a splendid mixture ----- at love's cotillion let's not be the wallflowers... may i have this dance ----- often felt alone looking into the darkness... till his hand took hers ----- she felt so alone looking into the future... then she saw him there ----- gentle poet she feared to write the burning words... read his felt his heat ----- thoughts of him began with bursts of sunshine and rum... and burning kisses ----- though he took nothing she gave him all he desired... got what she wanted ----- she was different volatile or calm or wild... always in his arms ----- Donovan Baldwin

Remember this: Often when you read my words, They were written by my heart Without checking with me first, But, also remember, I read them later, And let them stand. • Donovan Baldwin

If words touched you like fingers I would speak my way along The arching curve of your back, Using phrases such as Shivering and quivering, Raising your flesh with Hot breaths upon the softest places Intimate intonations Of lust and passion, In gasping sentences And lurid phrases, A sensual tête-à-tête, Ending in rapturous silence. • Donovan Baldwin

Oh, your face That tender smile Which welcomes, Invites, Yet belies The heated passions Kept below the surface Glowing embers I desire to fan Into free flames to brand Me as your Ecstatic lover forever. • Donovan Baldwin

as you speak my name i scribble with eager tongue... writing on your lips • Donovan Baldwin

Do you know where I am? I am in lands you never dreamed, Among people who know And understand This strange person I Am fated to be. I am at the edge of the sea, Up on a hill with a path To the water's edge Ancient Greek statue, Aphrodite perhaps, In the garden as The earth sings. • Donovan Baldwin

soft touch of satin your skin beneath my fingers so warmly wanting • Donovan Baldwin

somewhere in the night sad violin is weeping... tears of poetry ----- can it be justice if the innocent are shackled... for sins of others ----- still inside my head love poems i never wrote... dead letter office ----- at first she feared it when his words touched her desires... soon learned to love it ----- reading his poems soon became one more desire... the way they touched her ----- she awakens me with coffee flavored kisses... stirring caresses ----- his loving words soon set free the wild within her... desires she kept caged ----- honoring his art she gently touches herself... as she reads his words ----- the myth of my words revealing her mysteries... our legend begins ----- two distant lovers write poetry on the moon... the universe reads ----- her kiss burned his lips. her tight embrace branded him... markd him as her mate ----- always been the beast lifetime search for beauty... not afraid to stay ----- raising my poems words running through her fingers... spilling over her ----- fingers touch you there lips will kiss some other spot.. love you all over ----- my muse's kisses poetry from her sweet lips... my fIngers repeat ----- upon wings of words as love's storm lifts us higher soaring together ----- i'm the words i write but when i recite them back... you're the voice i hear ----- thirsty gardener sipping dew from sweetest rose... as her petals blush ----- • Donovan Baldwin

I was runnin' on a back road Way up near the Tonto Rim When my semi started smokin' And my hopes began to dim. I'd never get to Payson And drop this load on time. After towing, parts, and labor, I wouldn't make a dime. As I stood there on the shoulder And pondered what to do Staring blindly 'cross a canyon Some things came into view. It wasn't just the mountains, Gray and white against blue sky, Or green pines standing straight and tall, That began to catch my eye. I was in it for the money, Just as much as any man, But also cause I got to see The beauty of this land. I was grateful for the people I met while running free, But lately, though still lookin' I'd forgotten how to see. So, hell, the rig was busted And the boss would sure be mad But I thought I heard a river... You know, it didn't seem so bad! Sure, I have my obligations And the things I've said I'll do. There's money to be made But before each day is through... There's those moments in the mountains Or perhaps along the shore When I stop and I remember What the hell I do it for. So, I stood there with my cell phone, My finger set to dial... Then went looking for that river. The rig could wait a while. • Donovan Baldwin

Autumn clouds, clothes all undone, Barely painted by the sun. Trees don't wish to be outdone, Drop leaves, stand naked, Fall's begun. Mother Nature shows her all, Before the chill of winter's call. Shivering nude neath heatless rays, Until once more, spring's warming days. • Donovan Baldwin