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You'd know it was a lie If I told you I did not Desire your body. You know me too well. But, when I say, I love you for your mind, Your playful, erotic, Artistic, poetic, Naughty and honorable mind, You believe that immediately. You know me too well. That may be why I may have to love you. • Donovan Baldwin

it tickles you say oh, then should i stop i ask no, please don't, you say Poetry, that is... or, whatever... • Donovan Baldwin

Yes, I write poetry, But, I can fix a toilet Wire in a ceiling fan, Switches and outlets, Set plugs and points, Do a good brake job, Field strip an M16, And my two Smith & Wessons. A fair carpenter, And a decent cook. Renaissance man, Capable of Making you feel loved. • Donovan Baldwin

Beneath the gentle facade, The ladylike demeanor, Beats the fiery heart Of a wild dancer, Woman of moonlight And mad music, Passionate lovemaking, Languid romance after, Spent in placid and tender Touches and kisses, Which still belie The heat that burns within The smiling lover. • Donovan Baldwin

She rides upon the moonbeams, Silver hand illuminated in its path, Seeking to copy her lover's touch, Even though she knows best Her pathways of pleasure, She desires his absent hand, So, breathing deeply with her need, She imitates his needy touch To satisfy her need for him. • Donovan Baldwin

Another time I spoke of love, Passionate lovers, gasping, Panting with excitement, Aroused to physical heights, Hoping for sweet release, Climactic moment of Ultimate pleasure. Today, I speak of love, Quiet moments of evening, As moon and stars attend Our quiet communion of souls. • Donovan Baldwin

The universe is a funny place. You were never there, but, Within the deepest dreams Of my lonely heart, and then, One day, a virtual click, One click... There you were, and, I knew... And everything you and I Had ever been or done, Dropped into perfect place. Thank you, universe. • Donovan Baldwin

To touch you in reality, Beyond mere written words, No matter how deeply of my heart, The sensations spoken of by my fingers, By the circle of my arms, The press of my body, Would speak in tongues and torrents, Washing over your passionate being, Filling you with a common desire. • Donovan Baldwin

The best kind of dancing Is when you forget you're dancing Just know who's in your arms, How it feels to hold and be held Not wanting the moment to end Oblivious when the music stops. • Donovan Baldwin

We must have traces of many minerals, For our bodies to remain healthy. The soul needs traces too, Traces of love and hate, Simplicity and grandeur; Traces of old songs, And sadness small and large. Traces of old comfortable shoes, And, threadbare shirts Which we cannot bear to lose; Together with the furniture and friends, We have enjoyed all these years. • Donovan Baldwin

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, Words and sounds, Of 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

her robe on the floor halo and wings cast aside... takes me to heaven • Donovan Baldwin