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wearing but his words she glitters with desire's beads and sinful perfume • Donovan Baldwin

While others are fighting and arguing Pointing fingers and assigning blame You and I are quietly behind the scenes Smiling, reassuring, picking up pieces And gluing the broken parts of one Another back into place with a comforting Pat and simple look of understanding. • Donovan Baldwin

With first touch of the sun She arches, stretches, The breeze whispering Tactile promises across Her bare skin exposed As she gives herself up To hedonistic pleasure, The touches of nature, Quiveringly grateful for, The intimate sensations They arouse within her Passionate body and mind, Yet, hoping that soon, Her lover will join her, And with sun and wind, Bring her soaring upward, To her most natural state. • Donovan Baldwin

gives all of herself knowing he will only take what she wants him to • Donovan Baldwin

my secret flower dream rose winding round my heart held tight by her thorns • Donovan Baldwin

your eyes don't leave me as you dance into my arms... burn me with your fire • Donovan Baldwin

using poetry in hopes that my words touch you help you come undone • Donovan Baldwin

Come here and be my stranger, Pretend we've never met before In other lands and times, Let's be this moment's lovers, Free to fall in love as Rapidly as we meet, ignorant Of past sins and obligations, Content to spend this night This condensed eternity before Life and time moves us apart. • Donovan Baldwin

The pain tells me I'm alive, Sometimes a reminder of Other times when I did Foolish things I prefer Not to forget or regret. The pain is an old friend, Sometimes bringing visitors To new parts of this land That life has explored And left its mark upon. • Donovan Baldwin

Tell me your truth. Show the secrets of your being, Speak to me of wants, desires, Left unfulfilled for fear Of censure, mockery, For I am not of the crowd, I understand unconditionally, All you long to be, All you desire to have, To experience, To share. Tell me your truth. • Donovan Baldwin

whorls of the rose soft folds of orchid petals dewdrops on the bloom a tiny bud opening caress of morning breeze rising heat of the sun sensuous nature • Donovan Baldwin