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In the darkness of the night, With love I strum you, play you, Fingering out the notes of you, Like an old and loved guitar. Kisses and caresses, Coaxing dulcet cries from your heart, Singing out songs made of words, Sounds from deep within your being, Gladness, sadness, Glorious madness, Moans and gasps filling our night, As we both soar to heavenly places, Singing in wrenching chorus as if, To make angels weep with happiness For the most pleasurable sins of man... And woman. • Donovan Baldwin

It wasn't just in the night, That we made love. I held you in my heart, And felt you close to me, Even when our bodies were apart. Just knowing you was almost love enough, But, being who and what I was then, And still am today, I had to return from time to time, To touch and taste and renew myself With your body as touchstone and talisman. Then once more I could leave you behind, For a few days at best, And be alone yet with you at all times. Even now, so many years later, I can remember what we did With one another In all the rooms within your apartment, And in the foyer before The door was even closed. I was young then, And I am young still now, When I remember those days, When it wasn't just in the night That we made love • Donovan Baldwin

Speaking from experience Old men should never fall in love. The pain is not as deep as it was in youth, But, in many ways, is deeper and more mortal. Old men have no way to step aside, Nor deflect, The feelings that they thought, Have long been buried. New love in old men brings up memories, And dreams Which they no longer know how To deal with. Nor can they hope to live forever, Dance all night, Or make love With passion, As they did when they were young. Even worse, they know it. They know they could make love, In ways which might surprise, A younger inexperienced woman, Who probably believes they've never made love. But, There's no way to explain Without being laughed at, Or spurned, And, You certainly cannot demonstrate. There's nowhere for an old man to go, If he loves and is rejected, Or loves and is accepted. An old man in love becomes trapped, Seldom living with his love, But with dreams, memories, Phantoms, and fantasies instead. • Donovan Baldwin

guided by her muse following delightful paths most delicious ways in her secret place with his touching poetry she seeks ecstasy revealed exposed she wishes words upon her skin written by his lips ----- the moonlight paints her silver nude in open robe proud before his eyes ----- when your fires erupt fan them into leaping flames one touch at a time ----- subtle fingers scribe poetry upon herself in a cursive way • Donovan Baldwin

She binds the stems of wildflowers Dropping them before my path With come hither glance, Meaningful smile which beckons As she strolls into the shadows Of the woods we love to wander Hand in hand until we reach A secret clearing where we've Made love so many times before. • Donovan Baldwin

suckled as a babe fed at the breast of Erato scion of the Muse ----- touching my old scars you soothe ragged hard edges ease my aches and pains ----- storm of primal needs calm exquisite ecstasy love speaks many tongues ----- though so far away through the magic of love you'll be in my arms ----- wanting to be a lady you calmly returned my kisses as your hips betrayed you ----- at my inspection twin soldiers rise to attention her carnal salute ----- her army of one wee private at attention for my inspection ----- lost her lingerie decided to go without no objections raised ----- we recite verses minds spilling most loving words hearts in harmony ----- intimate contact your fingers take hold of mine touching hand and heart ----- anticipates sins that she's not yet committed she smiles at the thought ----- Painted gold by dawn, Art nude before the sun She brushes back her hair, Gentle smile upon her face, Repeating to me love's words, I read her the night before, As she rested on me. ----- • Donovan Baldwin Statue: Erato, Muse of lyric poetry and erotic poetry... sometimes the same.

my words in your hands raised to drink spill down your skin like tears of passion ----- she welcomed his mind learned to love his touching words his gaze which saw all ----- his gaze left her naked yet peaceful as if fully clothed within his vision ----- may i comfort you your shivering soul in mine warm you with my fire ----- comes to me naked joins me our bodies entwined embracing with sighs ----- laughter comes first then happiness together orgasms come last ----- when she felt his love something began to fill her never known before ----- eighteen years older she knew more of love than i lessons were hands-on ----- mirrors made her cry until in his loving gaze she saw what he did ----- rainbow of desire arching in her primal need lashed by inner storms ----- dressed for seduction wears a shy come-hither smile body suit of blushes ----- she opens her heart to the strength of tender love finds peace at his side ----- had a million dreams most faded or became poems but one became you ----- smile when you appear your lovely natural state pleasure to behold ----- though sweet and gentle sometimes dreams of a poet who touches her secrets ----- no matter your loss you are still you and still loved i love you as you are • Donovan Baldwin

I bury myself in you, Finding the feel of you, Warm woman in my arms, Exciting! Yet calming the wild beast Raging inside of me, Hungering for love, The taste of love's elixir, The soothing, arousing, Sensation of a woman's love, • Donovan Baldwin

I swaddle you in my words, My loving sounds natural, Of no design, forced from me, By my inborn desire for, All of you, and so, I wrap you in them, Replacing garb and house, And nation and all, Wrapping my flowing love Around each part of you, Body, soul, heart, and mind. • Donovan Baldwin

Strip your soul down to its naked desires. Stand before the mirrors of my mind and heart, Quivering in the cold with wishes and uncertainties, As I run my dreams and hopes over The nakedness you dare to expose, In hopes that I will love all I see... And I do... With all my heart. • Donovan Baldwin

We have sinned in so many ways, You and I, the worst sins being Of omission, failure to pursue Desires and dreams, Passing our lives, So far apart, In search of one another, Not knowing names or faces, Until a moment when, Atoning for past failures, We saw one another, And knew. • Donovan Baldwin

Beside the lake, Through the open door and windows, I hear birds call, as The sun, rising higher, Heats the Texas air, Calls the flowers out, Creating wisps of wind, Fanning the branches Of the brush outside my window, As I wait for the timid deer, To wander through my morning. • Donovan Baldwin