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i reach for your hand long to find reality to share together ----- words like fingertips touching me but a moment yet leaving their mark ----- cuddling like two spoons one nested in the other as close as can be ----- each night spent alone with her small box of secrets until he arrived nothing clandestine he revealed his true intent to explore its contents spilled upon the floor played with lovers' toys and games without instructions ----- we dare to explore love's boundaries together testing its edges ----- it was by loving woman taught me how to love lesson to be shared ----- you've never loved me i've loved you ten thousand nights wept when morning came ----- exciting for her the pleasure of being watched doing what she loves ----- it's her turn to watch she follows moans and motions in a touching way ----- goddess of all love seeks her amorous equals passionate mortals • Donovan Baldwin

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not always the words that have affected me so as the heart that wrote them ----- you are a treasure love's sweet wonder should be shared one to another ----- erotic lady hides one behind the other until she's wanted yet they all agree sometimes both appear at once when they all desire sweet arrangement erotic lady and lovers however they wish ----- a few simple words a poem about kisses you liked it i smiled • Donovan Baldwin

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The attached cartoon reminds me of a story... of course. In the 60's I was a teenage usher at the Saenger Theatre (yes, spelled that way) on Palafox Street, in Pensacola, Florida. One night, someone told me there was a fight in the men's room. On my way to check it out, this HUGE guy with an angry look on his face and a torn shirt passed me going back into the theater. The men's room was tiled in black and white, but, like the newspaper joke, it was red all over too. Two sailors, in white uniforms, mostly whites were crumpled up against the wall, obviously the losers in an altercation with the other guy. As I came in, one mumbled to the other, "Well, I guess we showed him..." We called the police and in a few minutes a cruiser pulled up and a HUGE-ER officer stepped out. We gave him a quick briefing, and he asked if we knew where the other guy was sitting. My partner did, and the officer sent him down to get the guy. My buddy tapped the guy on the shoulder and the man came up ready to punch some more. At that, my partner scurried back, and the cop headed down there. HE tapped the guy on the shoulder, and the guy came up again, ready for action, but, pulled back when he saw the cop... in uniform and even bigger and tougher looking than he was. Turns out the cop was a local wrestler in his off-duty time. Situation was resolved. Shore Patrol came for the two sailors, and the restroom was cleansed of blood. A memory was made. Donovan Baldwin

stripped before them all demonstrates the ways of love the paths to pleasure ----- our night filled with sounds of mutual love and lust sweet desires fulfilled ----- grounded angel halo bent and broken-winged watching her soar free ----- watch you swoop and soar free and beautiful on wing proud tear in my eye • Donovan Baldwin

candles and warm bath oil and blissful poetry immersing herself ----- love's an adventure when you add a little spice stir in fantasies ----- her special flower she has offered up to me sparkling with love's dew • Donovan Baldwin

so much love to give so little ever received a fool keeps hoping ----- what i wish you knew that so many of these words were written for you ----- i apologize for incorrect assumptions for my daring words ----- i made promises to the end of my own life these oaths must be kept • Donovan Baldwin

started as a kiss became her teeth on my neck oral tradition ----- exposed self to all and drenched by seminal words a poet was born ----- friction summoned flames hidden below her surface waiting to be wanted ----- her storm has passed through petals wet with pouring rain ----- consulting desires as she selects tonight's toy evening's entertainment ----- kneeling supplicant attitude of worship muffled orisons ----- sweet pacific sprite sharing secrets in a smile and poems she likes ----- secret she can't see doesn't know she's beautiful and so i tell her ----- pelting of raindrops fingertips on naked skin arousing tattoo she stretches arches an offering to nature and her lover's touch raindrops and fingers causing body to tingle with desires for more ----- her body love's storm lightning flares within her breast erupts as pleasure ----- brought me her secrets and that night we unwrapped them trying each one out ----- bring me your secrets in the darkness of the night we'll see how they fit ----- look and you'll see me night's lightning my lantern as i look for you ----- recalls the moment when she became immortal in the words he wrote ----- aching in her loins so painful her eager tips in need of love's touch ----- he did not touch her in her mind memories did what happened was real ----- i cannot keep you i'll give you wings teach you to fly if only you'd stay ----- pursues ecstasy lips open as sighs escape the body she's freed ----- a voluptuous world golden orgasmic sunsets sensuously folded flower petals ----- how it's always been no one's ever wanted me always been alone ----- was it the candlelight glow illuminating love made me dream to much ----- How many poems have you caused How many moments of desire? What magic power do you exert, Over the passage of poet's hand? Without awareness you have caused Hours of creativity, and quiet sadness, As one who loved you held his tongue, Pouring his love into poetry You admired but did not know Was meant for you. ----- yes love passed me by but the muses gave me words for my tortured soul ----- it's so odd you know life dedicated to love yet never been loved ----- you cannot imagine how that sweet smile of yours has excited me ----- did not mean to shame you excited by your natural smile and my desire to kiss you • Donovan Baldwin

Never call me broken. Bent and crushed, Crumpled and thrown away... Left in the gutter for lost, Looked the Devil eye to eye, And spit in his... I'm stitched and sewn Back together so much My very soul looks Like the Frankenstein monster... But i still walk, talk, growl, Play checkers with the Devil now, And spill out poetry, so... Don't ever call me broken. ----- exposing myself trying to speak the simple truth others can't believe ----- never ending roar wind ceaselessly stings my skin memories replayed ----- let poet love you write you into poetry a few hundred times ----- many love letters well disguised as poetry to adored goddess ----- below soul's surface she is like an ocean tide drawing me with her ----- best i stay unseen remain poet who exists as mere words of love ----- heart beats and hand moves while all the rest is dying love remains alive ----- gown about her feet most revealing pose at dawn watercolor orchid ----- sharing our hearts' smiles with our souls dancing naked to our poetry ----- a lovely morning poetry over coffee the look in your eyes ----- morning's mist glistens sweetly drips from her petals dawn's enticing dew ----- endless waves and wind begetter of poetry always the ocean ----- Speak to me with ocean waves, As the wind to sing for me, Take me back to boyhood In the woods beside the bay, Climb those trees once more, Contemplating in boyish ways, The rhythm and adventure of Life and the endless sea, Progenitors of poetry, And the future poet. ----- dream she knows i'm here knows of words i wrote for her expecting nothing ---- seems a shy flower yet hidden petals glisten with love's fiery dew • Donovan Baldwin

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caught him watching never thought herself sexy until that moment ----- merely a poet who's learned to remain hidden only his words wanted ----- At my age, It's seldom about Feeling good. More likely Feeling better, Than yesterday. Since yesterday I might have felt like... Well, you know. Feeling better than that, Might still NOT be Feeling good. ----- dawn's sensuous rise love gloriously displayed over earth's oceans ----- she brings me flowers offering them with a smile beside which they pale ----- we smile together when we hear the ocean's song though so far apart ----- touched so many times gentle smile and loving words i seek every day ----- ocean or fountain i seek out a water nymph to share poetry ----- the more words she read the more that she realized that he wrote for her ----- was it you or me first saw the written poems as our love letters ----- ocean between us joining not separating singing us its song ----- Child of the ocean, Boy of the wind and wave, Bending trees beneath him, Burning naked beneath the sun, Taught poetry by nature, By promises written on The horizon of The endless sea, Which became his mistress, And, with words, his desire. ----- some words frighten her yet they fill his poetry and make her wonder ----- redder than a rose she's more brightly blossoming by singing waters ----- i await your touch even if only in words to know you read this ----- Only a story, A tale on the night wind, A dancer by the fire, Or sitting with me watching, As life unfolds and becomes poetry, Unconventional images stepping Into the light, Summoning us into the shadows Where we may make love in private, With words and touches, And sigh and moans. ----- At first adrift, She gathers speed, Sailing towards Her ocean's edge... Drawing back, Anticipating, The next foray, Each new adventure, Again and again, The next turn Of her tide Until... The ocean swells, And she, swept on, By the power of each Successive wave, Falls over the edge, Into ecstatic oblivion. ----- Sometimes it's hard to care Without someone to care with. It's lonely among people, Who have no clue of who you are, And would stare at you as they Backed away if they did know... It's a life full of echoes, when, Only you understand yourself, Or care... Comes back to that... Understand, Accept, Care... Love? I've got lots. Wish you had some, Somebody? Echoes again, Just echoes. ----- his cursive etchings true love graven in her skin delight in each curve ----- ecstatic climax as everything that she is unites for pleasure ----- quivers with pleasure the words thar stripped her naked filling needs and wants ----- takes hold of his words in her mind they come alive touching her inside ------ murmuring his words like love's liquid in her mouth tasted drop by drop ----- she sacrifices dies a little death for him for herself as well • Donovan Baldwin