butterfly fingers
soaring within her petals
draw out her nectar
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lucky morning mist
wrapped about you like a cloak
gliding on your skin
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she luxuriates
racked by many ecstasies
an explicit arch
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punishment perhaps
to know of but not touch you
but oh so precious
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erotic question
explore ecstasy's edges
touches toys or both
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this is all we have
small piece of eternity
enjoy while you can
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wandering poets
seeking to find love's pathway
where words become touch
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i watch you posing
moonlight spilling over you
thrilling silver streams
Donovan Baldwin