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somewhere beyond braille lies the ability to taste, to feel, the rising symbols of desire, the unwritten responses the pouring out of inks as passion's catalysts blend and bind, words becoming sweet desserts, of delicious tinctures intended to be devoured she shivers with delight as his lips and tongue make haste to read the love words pouring from her skin ----- naked in moonlight shining silver secrets black wishing he could see ----- afraid to answer holds her breath silently hopes poet hears heartbeats ----- goddess of desire flesh and bone and arch and sigh embrace that's love itself ----- amazing such soft words draped and dragged across her skin could be so arousing ----- you know i watch for you your thoughts make my poetry have reason and purpose ----- I look into the void, Selecting words with care, Strong enough to withstand, The cold of rejection, Or the fires of desire, Honest enough to change, Without changing meaning, For they are forged with love, Brought by gods and goddesses, Who taught how to make Malleable metal into Silken webs of words To capture and hold Heart's desire. ----- so many years passed since i last believed in love some scars not yet healed ----- never knew love as a child found it once as an adult tossed it away certain i would find love again but never did... if you find it hold onto it or it might not appear again ----- bound with see-through words stationary as she swallows a pouring of poetry ----- my single tattoo invisible to all but me your mark on my heart ----- i've abandoned love left it in the place it left me perhaps someone will find it ----- quirky sense of humor i even laugh at funerals except my own of course ----- watching you watch the pen in my hand the words striking your skin like a candle's wax, the way you rise in anticipation of the next... the arch and quiver as each strikes, the panting gasp the guttural growl as the kitten becomes tigress in need begging for the next burning pleasure to leave its mark on naked flesh ----- he's slowly dying soon only words all that remains and they too will fade ----- his words upon her gladly startled she appears at how they touch her ----- when mind and body need without planning or direction fingers know her wants ----- glad surprise as he arrives unexpectedly joins in her pleasure ----- don't trust the others trust the one for whom you shine smiles because you exist ----- do what you desire your joy and pleasure means most to me your happiness is mine ----- i'll never be jealous if you're living true desires honest with yourself and me ----- gods invented pleasure made it a sin for mortals... unbelievable • Donovan Baldwin

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shy behind her mask unaware her beauty shines overwhelming me ----- soft and sweet her smile dark eyes full of messages she hopes i will see ----- a fantasy cat a tale set in another land a poet loved her poet sought the words that would break the evil spell cast on his woman curse not meant for her but to punish the poet for loving her too much ----- expects him to come soon she teases then releases practicing on herself ----- that blinding moment she understands she's his muse inspiration's source ----- the prettiest bloom naked nymph among blossoms beside love's ocean ----- we two celebrate rituals in love's temple wordless offerings ----- in 67 i hit the clubs in san Francisco's north beach checking out naked women far beyond my reach women i'd seen in playboy topless before my eyes country mouse in the city not beginning to realize yeah they were famous and sexy a delight for this soldier to see but today if they're still alive they're a bit older than me still it's a good memory the night and the money well spent though beer was so damn expensive i'm still really happy i went ----- first glimpse awakens then strange bodies are boring loving retains heat • Donovan Baldwin there's many bodies but only one will hold you that person's power -----

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strokes of poetry words thrust within her pages fill her with meanings ----- you appeared i smiled smile that faded as you did leaving me alone ----- once my words have burned not even ashes remain of love they contained ----- when the words all fade and I've but one poem left i'll write it for you ----- when i needed you somehow the universe knew and brought me to you ----- as if a goddess you seat yourself beside me creating heaven ----- the things she taught to arouse and satisfy still good memories ----- soldier poet prey to siege of temporary lust wages battle with words ----- the words she lets fall dross to her treasure to him turned into poems ----- whatever you've done call it sin or otherwise i'm glad i found you ----- she prepared herself stripped and lay upon the slab for the sacrifice • Donovan Baldwin

Revealing private fashion show But the negligee she chose, Was it to reveal her body, Or, by her naked choice, To reveal her hidden intent and The desires of her secret mind. How the lace cupped her breast, Or how my eyes followed the lines, Seeking the openings within the lace, The pleasant ridges, hills, and tips, The stiff tatting tickled and The sway of hip, and curve of lip, The way it did so little to Come between us while Drawing us nearer to the sins, It promised and we both desired. Dangerous indeed she is, This unmasked mistress of disguise, Exposing her secrets behind an open lace Which tells so much about her. • Donovan Baldwin

I don't care whether you are black or white, whether you feel you've been abused, or not. You will just keep going back to the same spot if you keep spouting the same rhetoric. Most of us want to live together in peace, and for our children to have a future in peace...with the world, and with one another. That's what most of us (black, white, Martians, whatever), want and are working to achieve. We are human. We make mistakes, and others who look like us, or go to the same church, or are in the same political party, will say and do things that seem outrageous, but, those mistakes, and those misrepresentations should not be used to define us. Except to prove....we are all human. • Donovan Baldwin

who and why am i the weeping poet whispers you're mine he replies ----- one by one words end one by one their echoes cease poet is alone ----- what purpose words but for inflicting pain upon myself ----- gods deserted me left me only echoes of empty poems ----- promises wither I've a garden full of them weeds and dead roses ----- i said i love you words i meant with all my heart spoken from my prison ----- in my life I've known broken bones and broken heart the one heals faster ----- she reached out for me i had no hands to touch her love fell between us ----- i would promise all I've so little left to give all i am is yours ----- easily given promises are brittle things easily broken for many decades i've collected promises in memory's bin the tiny pieces left when each one fell apart so sharp they drew blood ----- came to him naked all she owned was left behind her mind and arms open ----- Revealing private fashion show But the negligee she chose, Was it to reveal her body, Or, by her naked choice, To reveal her hidden intent and The desires of her secret mind. How the lace cupped her breast, Or how my eyes followed the lines, Seeking the openings within the lace, The pleasant ridges, hills, and tips, The stiff tatting tickled and The sway of hip, and curve of lip, The way it did so little to Come between us while Drawing us nearer to the sins, It promised and we both desired. Dangerous indeed she is, This unmasked mistress of disguise, Exposing her secrets behind an open lace Which tells so much about her. ----- The shadows behind me, Haunting me for decades Conan-Doyle, Steinbeck, Chesterton, White, Burroughs and Tuttle, Carrol and Milne, The Lone Wolf, And Nero Wolfe, Bulldog Drummond and Doc Strange, Shell Scott and Travis McGee, Tarzan and Kazan, The cold rings about Unknown planets, and Unknown heroes who died alone, Believing it was worth the price, And those you've never heard of, And I've forgotten who in passing, Managed to help me become who I am. ----- moon's silver slivers whispered indecent proposals to the naked trees ----- here's the only rule do to my heart what you will but you must mean it ----- your clothes discarded you cuddle up on my lap our skin caressing ----- she's quite flexible bending herself to shared whims mutual desires ----- touched her in those ways she only dreamed of knowing until she met him ----- yes for love indeed and mutual adventures with a select few ----- a gracious hostess spreads herself on his table entrée and dessert • Donovan Baldwin

How long have I loved you? Since long before I met you. How long have I known you? Since I knew myself. How long have I sought you? Since first I did not have you. ----- how do you know me by absent touches you feel when you think of me ----- i caught you flirting i thought it was kind of cute how you smiled at me ----- Remember yourself for me. Show the woman I've never seen. Peel back the pages of Your dusty memories so I Can see and meet and hold, The someone you were before We met and fell in love, for, She made you into this woman, This woman who entranced me, And made me never want to lose you. ----- seasonal celebrations welcomed by that dear sweet girl who never lost her magic ----- brooding hephaestus how came his heart to hold such love for a joyful goddess ----- not fully understanding his mind and hands explore the beauty of her ----- my most fervent wish to love if heart would let me though you never know ----- with magic touches and silent incantations she summons his moans ----- trot becomes canter astride his saddle whips him to a full gallop ----- too close to the saints nearly missed the fallen angel who taught her new prayers ----- not a sinful man sees sins a different way committing pleasures ----- She was ready to do battle with the new platoon sergeant. So many men had belittled and put her down despite her record. She heard he was tough, but she could be as tough... or tougher. She was ready as he turned and said, "You're my first squad leader. I've been looking forward to meeting you. You have an excellent record...' Respect. That's what she heard as she took the proffered hand. Firm but no macho crap. But, his eyes... his dark brown eyes looked into hers, and for a moment it was squad leader zero, woman... off the charts. This was going to be interesting. (Based on a true event.) ----- "What color are my eyes?" she asked. "I have no idea," he replied. "Typical male," she thought. Without looking up he whispered, "But you have the most beautiful soul that's ever touched mine... and I don't know how to thank the gods for that..." "Typical you, " she sighed. ----- she thinks i don't see center of my secret love woman becomes words ----- others would call sin these secret desires we share love unrestricted ----- boldly she reclines i spread love's ink upon her sighing she watches • Donovan Baldwin

body offering naked upon love's altar aching to be pierced she intones prayers holy cries of ecstasy in mid-ritual as her priest impales his sacrificial priestess mutual worship ----- reads him day by day finds herself within his words naked and exposed ----- mirror only shows your perceived imperfections love displays beauty ----- naked woman sees lies the mirror likes to tell love's eyes see her truth ----- second by second my endless supply of love will renew itself ----- clothes he leaves intact in consummate surrender she rips off herself ----- bought herself a toy an evening's entertainment just the two of them trying not to blush she placed it on the counter fumbled in her purse of course the clerk knew what she was going to do she smiled at the thought ----- discarded with clothes last vestige of decorum on the bedroom floor ----- does she dare heart click if she does then he will know secrets of her mind ----- hands marking her skin released mutual desires hot streams of passion ----- wandering patron in the museum of you entranced by your art ----- words like butterflies loose in her pleasure center she must gasp for joy ----- we have shared sunrise the opening of flowers the wonder of words ----- rising interest seeks his loving caresses her sensual mind ----- thrust and parry penetrating ideas exclamations at each touch bracing exchanges resultant repose ----- like a precious eve private eden at her feet flowers in her hair ----- the cold wet mornings disregarding discomfort my moon was watching ----- i am a poet i've seen things you never will i write about them ----- proudly nude she stands beautiful in the moonlight black pools her secrets ----- share sweet moments love cup of tea and a cuddle moments i live for ----- i waken to you dream once refusing to leave i'll not let you go ----- can you see the stars like a poet or artist centuries ago ----- sun burns her body her skin exposed to its heat why am i sweating ----- we two lovers left claiming the earth as our own a new paradise ----- sometimes just a word resurrects a fantasy you and i make love ----- pick any language i love you is the first phrase i'll say to you ----- naked on my lap my cock inside your vagina we sip tea and talk ---- hold cup and saucer look at me and sip your tea vagina clenches ----- your wetness dripping betrays calm exterior a sudden quiver ----- trying to be calm but cup rattles saucer i watch you lick lips ----- tea in the saucer trembling hand sets cup aside i release inside ----- your head arched back as ecstasy takes over and you surrender ----- i take you to me embrace your naked ecstasy share your orgasm ----- pulsing i fill you our rivers flowing downward love's rushing waters • Donovan Baldwin