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At the end of love's rope, She hangs suspended, About to be lifted, Or fall to the ground. She has bared herself, Given herself to this moment, Prepared for what results, And yet fearful of it. At this, her point of no return, She realizes that to remain entangled Is no choice, that freedom Only lies in her decision, so... With a deep breath, Aware of her nakedness, The exposure of mind and body And of heart... She steps into the light, Daring him to look, Feeling his gaze as real As fingers on her skin. Fearful for a moment, Until the realization, The choice made, the chance taken, She has more freedom than ever... No longer must she hang Suspended between fear and doubt, For she has stepped into love's circle, And will dance there with him. • Donovan Baldwin

naked she dances embraced by phantom lover to silent music • Donovan Baldwin

In the darkness, Entangled in the sheets, And each other, Our hands trace the body of the other, Forming tactile erotica, Recognizing by touch, Sights coveted, Gazed greedily upon in the light, Putting touch and image together, Adding the tastes of Lips to lips to lips Divine. • Donovan Baldwin

A gentle hint of woman, Smiles and swells, Taste of lips, Pressure of body, Curves and hills and hollows, Imprinted indelibly upon mine, Warmth of life, of touch, of love, Emanating, encompassing, Definite lady, Definite woman, Loved and lover, Seen and touched and treasured. • Donovan Baldwin

Can't see but know they're out there, I hear the foghorns. Some say a lonely sound, But, I always feel they're friendly, Warning others of their presence, Saving all from death and destruction. Lonely is a train whistle in the dark of night, Saying goodbye to the lights of port and coast. • Donovan Baldwin

Already in my heart, Within my arms, That's where you belong. A story to be written. Love stories have a way Of sometimes coming true. Yet, I cannot write this story, Of us without you, Writing your side of the tale. • Donovan Baldwin

I dreamed of you Even before you came. I created you, Dressed you, Stripped you, Raised you up, Lifted you down, Made love to you, Held you Walked with you, Drank coffee with you, Gazed at you for hours, Fell asleep Wishing you were real, You are. • Donovan Baldwin

Come sit here. Sit by me as evening falls, Sharing the longer shadows, The beginning of the mystic time, Drifting into poetic contemplation, Distributing dreams and memories, Simply for the pleasure of peering into, Each other's mind, partaking of Things we both love so much. • Donovan Baldwin

Let me undress you, dear. I gently strip away the doubt and fear, Dropping the unwanted garments of the past, Upon the bedroom floor, leaving a trail Of discarded hurts and woes leading To bridal bed where we, glorious in new bare selves, Share openly, loving kisses and embraces. • Donovan Baldwin

Where do moms fit in the scheme of things? In 1980, I arrived in Sögel, Germany, way up north in the British sector (remember sectors in Germany?). Shortly after my arrival, before I knew anybody at the tiny detachment of Americans I had been assigned to, a German/American 4th of July celebration was held on post... which was NOT an American post, but a German Luftwaffe (Air Force) base on which we had a few buildings. Kids were being taken around on a ride, pulled by a tractor driven by a German farmer, and, as I waited with my kids to put them on board, the ride stopped and a child on board, about 6 or 7, handed me an eaten corncob on a stick, wrapped in greasy paper, and said, with all the confidence in the world, "Give this to my mom." Trash to a stranger, but, mom would take care of it That trust. That's what kids have. Mom (http://have.Mom)will handle it, no matter what it is. Never found her, didn't look. Took care of it myself... knowing she'd be grateful and apologetic. • Donovan Baldwin

slowly stripping her unbuttoning the moonlight which drapes her body ----- slipping into place our pieces fit together erotic puzzle ----- sees her simple smile seeks beauty within her eyes art of love revealed ----- confesses freely admits her guilt not her sins but someday she will • Donovan Baldwin

smiling he licks at her warm and creamy dessert his lover's reward • Donovan Baldwin