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i wake you are gone just words left on your pillow fading scent of love • Donovan Baldwin

not complicated cuddling under a blanket life's simple pleasures • Donovan Baldwin

forgetting to exhale rapid gasps becoming moans arching crying out • Donovan Baldwin

when i have no words call my muse for poetry softly speak your name • Donovan Baldwin

between twin heartbeats embrace leads to hot kisses releasing our souls • Donovan Baldwin

tending her rose parting her folded petals kissing her shy bud • Donovan Baldwin

goddess made of stone neath poet's restless fingers takes first mortal breath • Donovan Baldwin

dawn's nectar of love flows along folds and petals morning's crystal dew • Donovan Baldwin

my first morning thoughts are wondering about you how to love you with words • Donovan Baldwin

The smoke hung low In the Union Pool Room, While the girls Racked 'em up In the hotel rooms above, As old Booker, Mumbling to himself, Cigarette dangling from his lip, Racked the balls For a quarter a game. I, sometimes hustler, Sometimes hustled, Willie Mosconi cue in hand Eyes squinted, Bent low over the table, Eight ball corner pocket, Sucker... Sinking memories. • Donovan Baldwin