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i offer nothing just words from a gentle soul love never returned ----- bereft of passion too long cold and lonely heart that none cared to warm ----- two gleaming silver statues ----- some think pleasure a sin but sin is defined by men i am human i say ------ someday i'll find her she who understands pleasure revels in ecstasy ----- she steps into darkness pursuing new ecstasies his hand holding hers ----- What prostitutes do for money Lovers do for love Explorers and adventurers Do for the "feel good" they get. What one must pay for, Another gets for free, And with benefits, when, They find the one who Loves what they love. Who love pleasing them, In the ways they Long to be pleased. What is sin for these, Is unconditional love For those. I like those, not these. Let love be Our medium of exchange, For all that is desired. ----- she desires his touch penetration of his words the flow of his need ----- when it comes to love i find no rules to follow but respect for you ----- our desires meeting society's rules aside loving our own way ----- it's no disrespect if i desire you every way that love can be shared ----- your desires not sins to want ecstasy and love all possible ways ----- whatever you wish that is my desire for you your pleasure is mine ----- none can ever share the freedom of my desires unrestricted love ----- a zombie poet never knew the touch of love from living beings ----- lost poet wanders wishing words could find her exciting her secrets ----- i know you don't care no one has believed in me understood my love • Donovan Baldwin

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i'll always miss you remembering the beauty you brought to my life ----- she brings me her love unconcerned what shape it takes love is what matters ----- my declaration of love most freely given any and all forms ----- love let me adore offer your naked beauty goddess sacrificed ----- the days without you darkness with empty echoes ghosts of memories ----- set my dreams too high soared with angel to heaven falling back to earth ----- i re-read your words let images fill my mind things that might have been ----- love me she cried out for i am aphrodite goddess or desire ----- in desire's forest our love paths intersect in glades of ecstasy ----- make sweet love to me use me now for your pleasure our desires alike ----- in orgasmic joy at his penetrating words she moans and shudders ----- sweet honey flowing coaxed from flower by her bee face wet with delight ----- lips above your heart sweet dark nougat in my mouth caramel honey ----- wet beard painter's brush dipped in shimmering honey coating your body ----- offering rosebuds hearts reaching for each other mine rises to yours ----- addicted to love prepared to give everything for all in return • Donovan Baldwin

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it matters little to true love who you choose to love or in what manner real love doesn't mind such minor things your desires desired by the one who loves you most holds your hand as you explore yourself and the others when your cries of joy and pleasure echo through the day or night from the other side of the bed or from another room true love smiles with joy ----- do you dare agree expose yourself for all to see praise erotic poetry ----- professional woman seems so cool and self controlled seethes with erotic desires ----- sometimes when alone she summons imagined lover to join her for pleasure ----- you're the only you so beautiful and unique how could i not love you ----- we met souls embraced dropped raiment and entered our own world of love ----- you don't have to be anyone but who you are that's the one i want ----- dancing to his strings master she's given control and loves to follow ----- there's work to be done but first a naughty picture to please her lover ----- i will not own you but with your permission join in your freedom ----- thoughts of you today of what a good girl you are how best reward you ----- soft smoldering eyes hold the secrets of midnight all the fires of dawn ----- my eyes undress you you smile pleased as you're exposed by my eager gaze ----- a sadness descends dreams made real return to mist nothingness returns ----- i can guess the truth fallen angel that i am too evil to be hers ----- i knew she would leave good ones never stay with me nothing left to say ----- silently weeping for the bonds which were broken dreams that died too soon ----- sad and classical left a broken romantic only music can heal ----- you still cause poems even though you have withdrawn and left me empty ----- my arms now empty a vacuum above my heart once love now echo ----- i love poetry and sweet classical music ----- loving in laughter dancing to all passion's tunes mourning in silence ----- the gods punish me for old sins resurrected taking what i love ----- i will ne'er regain what you have taken from me dreams made real at last ----- the world is not prepared poem as reality poet's honest pen ----- my hands cannot touch nor my lips lay kisses on your pleasure center • Donovan Baldwin

On wet gray stones my boot heels clattered, Echoes from silent walls... as if it mattered, That she and I had passed this way, And, parted at the dawn of day. One hurried night of thoughtless pleasure, While taken to its coarsest measure, Within my heart a bright light gleamed, It had been more than what it seemed. Touched, oh yes touched deeply by, The lady who had caught my eye, Who I had claimed so casually, Yet, tossed aside so soon to be... And yet, t'was I was caught within, As net of love rose from our sin, And as I heard the first bell toll, She left ME there, a joke so droll. As I lay, unbelieving and heartsore, She left my world and shut the door, And let the darkness in my soul, Yes, on ME a joke so droll. • Donovan Baldwin

Something I read earlier reminded me of an old joke. I'm sure the poster and others will make the connection. Every day three steelworkers on a high rise opened their lunch boxes and each had a bologna sandwich. Finally, one day, the first guy had it. He opened his lunch box, found a bologna sandwich and yelled, "I am so tired of bologna sandwiches. If there's one in my lunchbox tomorroe I'm going to jump off this building." The second and third guys each opened their lunchboxes in turn, found bologna sandwiches and said the same thing. The next day, the first guy opened his lunch box, found a bologna sandwich, and jumped to his death. The second and third guys... same thing. The police investigated and asked the three wives did anything unusual happen that morning? First wife said, "No. I fixed his lunch and he kissed me goodbye and left." Second wife said, "No. I fixed his lunch and he kissed me goodbye and left.", Third wife said, "Well I was sick this morning so he fixed his own lunch, kissed me goodbye, and left." Be happy if you've got something in your lunch box, and, someone cared enough to put it there. If you put it there, don't blame anybody but yourself... and have sense enough to change the scenario. • Donovan Baldwin

one i cannot have one I've wanted most of all respectful of her sorrow ----- gaze undressing her thrills of anticipation my hands following ----- led to her darkness fears to touch her own desires lest she love too much ----- naked to the world she by poet's mind possessed exposed by his words ----- i require no guide to explore your body's paths but please provide one ----- if some errant words should touch you in private ways know that they are mine ----- wait beside the path poetry at the ready to snare this dear one ----- left all else behind took body and soul to him eve in his eden ----- she wished to love him total way that he desired in their innocence ----- half awake at best disheveled hair and sleepy grin you're sexy as hell ----- i fought to free her free at last to be herself freed herself from me ----- whispered her desire shamed for what she had revealed secretly hoped he'd like it laughing with joy he said darling we should do it began making plans from desire to real in less than twenty-four never felt so loved ----- enigmatic smile hides deep forbidden longings she hopes will please him ----- delicious vices exciting edges of sins we hope to commit ----- even with all her loves i ask for just one small piece she will share with me ----- bring others with you you should be proud of your love even that not mine ----- if i could touch you I've said that so many times sought so many ways empty caresses sweet kisses without taste echoes of desire lost love never had pieces stolen from my heart tears you cannot see ----- truth is i disgust some i believe in lover for love freedom that they fear ----- it's too late for me my last love died of old age for none wanted it ----- easy isn't it social media love you know click and move away ----- Trying to kill the enemy Trying to save my own Trying to save ones behind We had to leave at home. Good war or a bad war Where the innocent must die Because I want my loved ones safe, You want the same as I. Decisions are not hours We cannot know what's true But we can stand for our beliefs, Hope soon this war is through. ----- can't escape sadness i thought i had found heaven satain stole my soul ----- then the poet died as his muse smashed his heart ceased to speak to him ----- don't believe anyone who makes heart beat with love they will leave you ----- silence seeks a home needs a family to share at least you and i ----- poetry takes skill to have its silences shared in love's sweet embrace ----- daily write for you knowing you never notice Yet it's what i do ----- you sent me away consigned me to private hell where i'm without you ----- i drink sinful wine a mix of honey yours and mine berry rising on your vine ----- am i beautiful she asked him in the darkness yes said the blind man ----- what your were and did made you woman in my arms crying out with joy ----- wrestler and her pet violent acts behind her dog mama at her best ----- she has her own goddess we both treasure and adore her boundless love exposed ----- lovers don't need words for wind and sun speak secrets calm and exciting • Donovan Baldwin

No, I DON'T know where I'm going with this random memory. Years ago, I did not fly well. KNEW I was going to die each time a plane took off. Reconciled myself to my fate. Of course, once the U.S. Army strapped me into a helicopter, with the doors open, tilted it all sorts of funny ways, stopped a few feet above the ground and ordered me to jump out, I got over it. My kids could never understand why carnival rides bored the hell out of me. Anyway, random memory, that I randomly walked away from.... ADHD at work. I forget where it was, but I had to take a short hop in a plane that looked like it was made out of the stuff they use to make corrugated tin roofs. We strapped into seats about the size of half a coffin... er... person each, and a dirty rag, masquerading as a curtain, separated us from the guy in front... I presume, the pilot. As the tinker toy plane took off, with lots of noise and vibration, and we gained altitude I began to feel a cold spot on my arm by the fuselage. Took me a few minutes, but, finally with some contortions this old body can no longer duplicate, I spotted the hole in the fuselage where the air was streaming in and freezing my arm. Which, in turn, reminds me of a trip on a rather rickety-seeming 747 from London's Heathrow Airport, to Frankfurt Rhein-Main. One of the doors whistled all the way... air leak through the door seal, the flight attendant reassured us. Not sure which inured me to flight... Army helicopters, tin can airplanes, waiting for the door to explode... Oh, wait, it was my 7 year old daughter, who had once singlehandedly entertained an entire theater attempting to watch Annie, bothering everybody for 8 hours on a trans-Atlantic flight. Yeah, that's it. • Donovan Baldwin

he enters her slowly taking her pleasure centers with his poetry her subtle arching betrayS penetrating words warm spilling stream she traces his path licking dry and eager lips seduced by syllables ----- i set subtle snares in hopes you might wander in entranced and entrapped ----- salty cinnamon the flavor and the savor of all her sweet bits ----- two way temptation emotional and physical makes it a four-way ----- such blissful moments sharing needs wants and desires inhibitions gone ----- decisions oh decisions you and me and he and she who shall we do next ----- if decision point attractive or interesting i choose the latter ----- do you still combine hot bath and hot poetry with sensual oils ----- i don't show pictures just the images in your mind words made visible ----- amazing poets write of raw carrots and sex with equal aplomb ----- one thing i can't do is to get you off my mind if i wanted to ----- to sir with her love last words submitted ended half of me was gone ----- grace me with new petals offer your fresh-opened bud anoint me with your oils ----- can't force images on you i don't talk of kinky or dirty or use bold descriptive words what you see is in your mind there's no need to be ashamed of your ability to see another scenario of beauty and love accept it and who you are ----- your mind is not beautiful but it looks a lot like mine and that IS beautiful ----- is it merely lust to desire you every day all possible ways ----- an angel's secret to desire to be human know physical love ----- love is a diamond a multifaceted jewel one face visible ----- flost in love's grotto light and shadows show secrets of naked bodies ----- when you have no help life and be a heavy burden to carry alone ----- if you blush at words i say it's not because i said them but because you knew what i said ----- picture you waiting neath a watercolor tree in loose summer dress ----- i have no control once I have you in my arms i won't let you go our kisses continue beyond any time limit deep and desperate savoring the flavors of mouth and hair and flesh in known and secret places ----- are you still watching i hope that you are too weak to stay in shadows ----- once a wish come true faded like my other dreams love's hollow echo ----- i can kiss you like a brother i can kiss you like a mother i can kiss you like a lover I SHALL kiss you like no other ----- when your heart flutters butterflies about to fly tickling you inside ------ wild woman appears hiding behind words watching me i can't help but smile ----- make you immortal and sometimes embarrassed poem after poem ----- an old ugly bum full of empty rambling words echoing in the dark ----- love's wine best served hot directly from love's vineyard spills from her goblet ----- despite my efforts my life still goes nowhere ending in darkness • Donovan Baldwin

in many poems she has been made immortal by a poet's love ----- disgusting to one delicious to another don't judge so quickly ----- for love and freedom submission not surrender of her own free will ------ pulsating pastels your soft and silken petals passion at their tip ----- loving everyone but surrounded by those who only love themselves ----- was not meant for me acclamation admiration yet i wish them well ----- saw her hold a rose glanced at me and dropped it there after i was gone ----- like a sweet sleek cat here before my eyes then gone to some mystic land ----- i had hoped your words so elegant and stimulating were somehow for me ----- touching as they were those words weren't meant for me another wound appeared ----- can't help but love you something you will never know therefor never miss ----- life's a lonely place so it's ever been for me my own fault of course ----- it was poet's loss the meaningless words she had let slip by ----- the aging poet grows lonely writing words that have no echoes • Donovan Baldwin