a mourning dove coos
the poet listens to the lesson
learning about love
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privately succumbs
to the friction of fiction
her mind and body
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we lovers entwined
in delicious tangles of
intertwined desires
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we're so much in love
our best pleasure is pleasing
and sharing our sighs
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desire's not a sin
nor the pursuit of pleasure
shared between lovers
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i have to wonder
why i can't remember you
when you were my queen
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you were once my queen
why can i not remember
if you loved me then
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i seek you daily
waiting for the words you share
hoping they're for me
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passion overflows
through moments where bodies touch
enter each other
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the desires we hide
passions that our words have wrought
we dare not speak of
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things i dare not ask
those i most desire from you
must be freely given
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in case you wonder
yes each day i watch for you
reading memories
Donovan Baldwin