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Poets write of fancy, flowing, fantastic things, Flowery words painting majestic images Of romance and love and adventure, And yet, Turn your head, Look at me "that" way... Smile... Crook your finger at me... And all the universe disappears, Speak a word or two, And I am yours. • Donovan Baldwin

She reclines as I read, Immersed in suds and poetry, Bathed by water and words, Emollient elegies softening Stiff, tired muscles of her soul, Releasing restraints and, Dozens of delayed desires as My orgasmic orations Leave her laying languidly In anticlimactic afterglow. • Donovan Baldwin

Your words are the petals Of a shy flower opening Yet frightened at revelation. But, this beauty must be seen, Revealed to the world To fulfill your purpose, And to cause words Of hope and love to bloom Within the bare dry earth of This lonely soul of mine. • Donovan Baldwin

Dark lace against the sky, Trees traced in moonlight, Silver edged artwork, Upon a starlit swath of velvet, Of blackest black, and yet, Somehow, part of the silver Of the moon glow which flows, An argent river from the universe Crashing quietly upon the earth. • Donovan Baldwin

Life is a two edged word One edge is obvious, Necessary... Existence. The other is optional, Less specific... Pleasure. Yet one gives the other Worth, Value, Purpose, To truly live One must live. Tricky word, Those who understand... Understand. • Donovan Baldwin

I am never alone For discourse I, at least, Can see one side Upon the page, The words of, Philosophers, and Frivilous fools Poets, potentates, and Pundits, And, as for company, Your eyes upon me In my imagined room, Hand warm upon My shoulder, As I read. • Donovan Baldwin

If you've never heard it, Felt it, Lived it, How can I explain? If it's been but badly played, How can you understand, The emotional grandeur? Can I speak words that tell you Of that magnificent ditch, The Grand Canyon, Or a child's excitement On Christmas morning? The birth of a child, The death of a loved one. You had to be there, they say. At the advent of dusk, The slow descent of The burning sun into The cold dark sea, The swell of the music, Sweeping The silent audience away. The proud gasp as She steps upon the stage, Resplendent in her tutu, Her first pirouette, The ecstasy on her face at Her first grand jeté, Before the crowd, Flushed cheeks and Proud smile saying She knows you are watching... I remember so many, But for others... You had to be there. • Donovan Baldwin

I began to draw you, Make you poetry, Selecting words that, Like you, Curving deliciously, Rising and falling Seductively with Each ardent breath, Glowing with The heat of desire, A burning breeze Of passionate words, Loving carnal desires, Which could be found Within our twin-like Hearts and minds. • Donovan Baldwin

Speak not to me of Willows and women, But tell me of sturdy, Dependable ones Who are not afraid To be boldly touched by Winds of love, gales Whipping curves And over limbs which Refuse to tremble Before the blast and grasp Kisses they welcome, Standing strong and erect, Daring all to look and dream. • Donovan Baldwin

Kisses trail like ink Upon her pages of desires, Wet with poetry become A living essence Permeating pores and Sinking into skin, Raising sensitive spots, Tight buds bursting From the pressure of Multiple carnal fantasies, From the pen of The poet lover who Has written her A thousand times. • Donovan Baldwin

I long to sit and write, Bending words into Seductive spirals Meandering meanings Tantric thoughts Vedic verses Sage and salacious sayings And bold desire... To hold you in my poetry, Trace your figure With the circle Of my arms, and, The fabric of my words. • Donovan Baldwin