Poetry

furnace of desires

pleasure's delicious heat glows...

her resolve melting

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she comes to poet

in silver gown the moon made...

lace of wants and words

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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.

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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.

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the finest flower

is worth the wrath of its thorns...

when tended not plucked

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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.

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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.

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i try to be good

but it's not in my nature...

to not desire you

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she well understands

questions i haven't asked her...

responds with a kiss

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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next word's about you

and if not a word or phrase...

then the next silence

• Donovan Baldwin