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unintentional how my fingers brush your breasts unbuttoning your blouse of course unintentional you smile, taking my hands in yours, guiding them to places i dare not go alone unintentional ----- so sweetly displayed peacefully within her dreams rests in my embrace ----- we're cuddling naked each hold the other in peace sleep overtakes us ----- all only a dream built from ancient memories wishes that won't die ----- opening her robe body smilingly displayed a most tempting sight ----- a simple desire just to have someone love me the same way i love ----- watching her watch me i weave strings of poetry words upon her breast ----- ultimate pleasure is when pleasure is returned exponentially ---- doesn't know she is old poet's inspiration causing his poems ----- combining our sins naked before moon and stars voyeurs watching us ----- dipping fingertips into honeyed elixir as she gasps and sighs ------ heart pounding she reads images in poetry so stimulating even more she knows that the poet also knows how he affects her takes without asking with his penetrating words rhythmic caresses ----- she thinks i can't see glowing sparks behind her eyes heat of her desires ----- you know which one i mean the poem i want you to read that makes you tingle inside • Donovan Baldwin

A wisp, a thought Hot on your ear Gleem of recognition Energy from afar Begging you to listen Imploring, crying in the dark Don’t leave me alone.

savoring poems tasting poetry's texture she feasts on his words ----- she fans and coaxes the hidden fires within her ember into flame ----- aroused by daring as well as the act itself she makes love alone ----- conceived a poem contemplating an ember burning with desire • Donovan Baldwin

vibrating crystal in her fragile ecstasy about to shatter ----- poet in shadows disguising his tears as ink his sorrow as love ----- butterflies rising at your petals' unfolding hummingbird feeding ----- i write much of love other uncommon feelings words i can't define ----- no mourning for the poet who's already dead whose words seem alive ----- i have things to do things the living must deal with until they are dead ----- her past left behind with her clothes and inhibitions her journey begins ----- guttural his growl bestial moan that she evokes her body trembling ----- she crosses the room a naked inspiration he writes of tonight ----- in some other age we embraced becoming one lovers once before ----- a onetime poet surrounded now by empty words which have no purpose ----- spreads pastel petals to catch the blast of his storm wet with frenzied rain ----- i wait immobile fingers poised above the keys my muse deserts me ------ i fear my own words tiny swords which cut both ways foolishly wielded ----- pleasures of poetry words slippery secretions tastefully traded • Donovan Baldwin

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furnace of desires pleasure's delicious heat glows... her resolve melting ----- she comes to poet in silver gown the moon made... lace of wants and words ----- With the northern wind howling, I gave my horse his head, And blundered cross a dessert Buried beneath snow, Looking for lonesome words Lost in the roaring blast, To round them up and take Them to safety in a poem. In that wordless wilderness, The poet and his steed, Did all someone can do to Save beauty from the world. ----- She is a garden Sensual pastel petals, Small field of fingertips, Moving to the breeze of Passing breath as the Warm lips of this Insatiable honeybee Seek love's flowing nectar, The taste lingering long Within his mouth so he May remember her flower Which bloomed for him. ----- the finest flower is worth the wrath of its thorns... when tended not plucked ----- Having "been around", he considered himself immune to seduction, but this was different. The way she looked in the moonlight, simply walking across the room in a simple gown, was the most innocently seductive think he'd ever seen. For the first time in his life full of sex and violence, he desired a woman for herself... however she would come to him. ----- The most common things Become a pleasure, Something to laugh about Together and point out, To share each moment, The pleasure of being One with the other, Making each commonplace Event something special, Shared moments what We live and laugh for. ----- i try to be good but it's not in my nature... to not desire you ----- she well understands questions i haven't asked her... responds with a kiss ----- The heat of your body beside me Might as well be naked With the pressure and the warmth The way your form fits mine One curve into the other Molding and melding, Changing positions with Little murmurs of content At each new contact Making love, Penetration Touch into need, Intimacy of the first order ----- Is there some way to touch you other than with a breath of words which are immaterial and fall apart within inches of my lips never crossing even one of the miles that lie between our hearts. ----- She was quiet, so quiet, yet, in her eyes he saw flames. Her cool words sometimes smoldered with suggestive embers, meanings left unspoken, but there. He knew the woods, the waters, the sky... he knew nature, and what she showed the world was not her true nature. He loved nature, loved her. ----- Graceful as a swan She arches, beautiful, Enrapt by warm desires Sweeping along her body, The satisfaction beginning As tiny embers burst into fire Spreading their flames licking Their way throughout her curling Her with the heat of their passing. ----- She listens to hear The words I murmur Over the beating of my heart, Beneath her resting head, For, as I speak, The passion of my feelings, The fervor of my words Is reflecting in The thunder which rolls Beneath her warm cheek. ----- Began side by side, And without a word, Her hand slid into mine, A link of trust, In a chain just begun, And as time, And sunsets, Passed, My arm went Round her waist, And hers round mine, As hips bumped With each step, Until she Slipped her arm Through mine, And pressed Against me, Our own little Private Public Dance ----- Give me your body, dearest, Become a naked altar for Me to worship at, Let me bring you pleasure, Edging to the lips of ecstasy, With offerings of the flesh, And libations of the most Sensual and savory nectars, So that afterwards, Forever afterwards, We may lay entwined And sated until The next worshipping. ----- next word's about you and if not a word or phrase... then the next silence • Donovan Baldwin