Poetry

she's his valentine

though she thinks she's just his muse

not knowing she's both

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how can i tell you

what simple clicks mean to me

when they come from you

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sure i dream too much

that's how poetry happens

love becomes sadness

lips speak caresses

fingers touch like burning kisses

other adventures

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too late to love me

or even pretend you care

my time is over

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her nails ecstasy's spurs

pain's exquisite exertions

driven over the edge

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edging together

ever closer then a rest

infinite pleasure

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what will you trade me

for my loving poetry

and shameless desires

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stark are the words

honest the desire and need

when i write of you

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN