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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

her lips form an O exclamation of surprise a fitting climax ----- nothing tighter tied than the bonds of her desires self-imposed restraints ----- kisses sometimes words secrets written on your back up and down your spine ----- feeding me honey silver treat upon fingers teased from her blossom ----- your silver fingers dripping with moonlight honey feed me your sweetness ---- hard to tell apart as they twine about each other our echoing thoughts ----- if i have secrets things and thoughts i wish to hide poet fails badly ----- life lived as tango kitchen hallway bath and bed touches and embrace ----- you're sugar i'm spice we complement each other sensually sweet ----- not a simple kiss this tasting of her body it's exploration as each curve's explored each intimate flavor savored each moan understood she is poetry quivering skin a poem read with lips and hands ----- not a job at all avocation poetry yet i must show up ----- With love's permission, I will strip you naked. I will bind your hands. I will take you to The edges of ecstasy And beyond... I will show you How sweet it is to cry out @ith orgasmic delight... I will teach you to trust me. • Donovan Baldwin

invisible words take shape cursive on her rippling skin she sighs as they are absorbed ----- words curl about finding her secrets her sighs become moans her moans become cries as their meanings penetrate ----- she invites touches where no one else is allowed for the sake of love ----- love's no single thing a massive force of nature from a tiny seed ----- for as tree and trunk and limbs and leaves may grow from a single seed upon the breeze so love itself caught by the wind blown to fertile soil watered and fed by secret tears both of joys and sorrows and unknown desires may accomplish miracles and last beyond the lifetime of the mortal in whose heart it first took root ----- love me for a while embracing me long enough to write a poem ----- words i clothe you in such intricate lace to wear and so revealing ----- penny for your thoughts though they're worth much more than that i'll pay poetry ----- l love old bookstores i also love old book stores different yet same ----- makes magic motions reviving resting embers fanning fiery needs cannot wait for him but happy to welcome him with her leaping flames aware of shared heat he will warm himself and help keep her fires alive ----- i'm the sacrifice impaled by my own desires bleeding with passion ----- there's no hotter page than her body where my words are set down in flames ----- belongs to herself what is she if she's not free and freely given ----- fingers summon storm rushing winds breaking through her gales of ecstasy ----- candlelight flickers shadows making obscene acts as lover's make love ----- what was done recalled some things called sin are blessings of blissful pleasure ----- body remembers all dear things that lovers share cellular levels • Donovan Baldwin

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i followed the sighs throaty cries which led to you loved you from afar ----- small flower i spied lovely almost out of sight neglected beauty ----- there's that face you make as the ecstasy takes you I haven't seen... yet ----- there's no part of you i can say i don't adore body heart and mind ----- words fall from her lips like tears begging to be kissed i listen and weep ----- brush on your colors from the palette of my words each stroke perfection ----- minds so much alike our blatant desires the same poems intertwined ----- i'm always watching always wish you happiness though you've never known ----- words kissing her throat as the Muse shares precious pearls mixed in love's warm wine ------ tongue cannot stay still as it samples flowing words tasting poetry ----- old bear of a man unmoved by performances just honest actions ----- each day is harder the burdens carried alone just one end in sight ----- sweetly sensual temptation of hidden flames all that he desired ----- rough soldier poet gentle words for blushing rose her dark mystery ----- light your fires lover when your flames crackle and leap we'll burn together ----- weary after love so tired we need each other to rest together ----- each day is harder than the sum of all that days that have come before ----- poems are pleasure sometimes smile at what i write or at what you read ----- in his absence she goddess altar sacrifice offers herself to desire surrendering in a solo ritual • Donovan Baldwin

i followed the sighs throaty cries which led to you though you never knew ----- yes i look for you fear perhaps you may not come smiling when you do ----- i waited for you never sure you would appear oh, but when you did... ----- suddenly appeared one who truly understood set free by my words ----- her fingers feel words touching traces upon skin read what i wrote there clues in secret places penetrating poetry flowing like a spring eyes shut tight to feel every movement that he makes with his magic pen ----- as she spread her wings soared into an endless sky all was possible ----- glistening petals shining with love's silver dew framing love's taut bud ----- your story hidden poet made you a goddess who learned to love him ----- he remembers well the taste of a lover's skin and the sounds she made ----- meets me in the hall ready before the door is closed to welcome me home a vertical wall serving as a lovers' bed my hand holding hers arches a rainbow carnal display of desire crying out greetings ----- she retrieved my tears love drops from a weeping heart that cried with gladness ------ Brits with a flick of the wrist, Americans full wind up and Bring it in from first or third, At 90+ miles per hour. Talking darts, perv. And, when a drunk American GI Lets go of that missile, No telling where it will go... Except the one that Whistled past my ear, and, Stuck in the table by my hand, Germany, 1969. ----- i've waited for you not only for these few hours but for a lifetime ----- with your knowing smile black strap over bare shoulder no escape for me ----- flowing through our veins pure and impure works of art you and i enjoy ----- thought the hurt was gone but so suddenly recalled it still feels the same ----- soft pillared temple your tiny goddess rises kisses of worship ----- oh to be desired walk at last through someone's dreams to be missed at dawn • Donovan Baldwin

i'll write now of breaths and breasts warm and silky smooth are they one glides across the other close enough to touch quivering rosebuds ----- claim me as lover put your marks upon my skin here and there and there ----- you may wear my shirt only that and nothing else open in my dreams ----- wove my web of words i was a passing fancy that ensnared her heart ----- i was once a dream she toyed with then turned to go but could not leave me ----- the first stinging slap she fought against the restraints really just for show ----- worried who i'd lose if i wrote out all my truths surprised at who stayed ----- The wings of night Fluttering softly in the breeze, Barely am I aware of The coming of Lady Moon In her silver cape So light and airy Upon wisps of wind Silently striding onto the scene Painting sights and secrets In silver sheen and pools of black, Etched upon deeper darks. ----- silver she reclines eternal nude in moonlight her secrets tactile ----- I gather silver moonbeams From passing nighttime hours, Spin them into strongest strings, Gossamer for a gypsy guitar's notes, Feet trampling out tunes by starlight, Campfire's glow a golden braid, Reflected in the dancer's hair, As ancient goatskin of borrowed wine, Passes had to hand from Player to singer to dancer To poet painting pictures with his pen. ----- her garden secret yet he finds his way inside helps he collect dew ----- forget your figure i don't need to know your age display naked thoughts ----- i don't need who left the ones i really want to have those who chose to stay ----- brushing of his beard on her most sensitive skin love art in itself ----- fell into the trap life deceived me one more time won't do that again ----- i'm behind the words flowers painted on a wall a bouquet for her ----- you prepare for work i lie entranced by each move watching you get dressed ----- what might love love best statue goddess warm woman i have made my choice • Donovan Baldwin

Leaving the cloth in tatters, The ragged remnants of modesty, Come words which pin you To the poet's wall, Moving over your skin, Over rising ripples and ridges, Along petals and, Between silken folds, Entering, having their way as, Your body writhes with The passion of their penetration, Until, stripped and soaked, You are released into That sweet oblivion, Where shivers and trembling, Echo the passage of my words. • Donovan Baldwin

She arches to meet The fleet arrows of Eros, Aimed to pierce her heart, Draw forth blood of her desire. Her fingers tear at The garments which guard The naked needs and wants The burning ichor of carnal lust. Marks appear on her neck And upon her body as the poet Suckles at her erotic openings Drawing forth her precious honey. Begun as dreams and fantasies Becomes repeated rituals of Explorations of an inner Eden, Paradise of mutual sins. ---- though we've never met i remember you so well from the dreams we've shared ----- writing about lust echo things you say to me in forbidden dreams • Donovan Baldwin

That special thing you bought, That sexy bit of lingerie, Did not last very long, Lying forgotten on the floor, Having served its purpose... Quite well, I might add. ----- chaste caress becomes a hotly erotic touch when between lovers ----- might you be a ghost a memory of a love i once had dreamed of ----- her breathless verses words as sighs from silent lips moans that are poems ----- she trembles as sounds desires and needs tear through her ecstasy set free ----- her eyes upon his as his hands in love's caress follow her desires ----- fingers move surely as you button by button expose your desires ----- i hear you cry out secret words upon dark winds your heart summons mine ----- needing each other stalked by ancient predators love meant survival ----- their words on the wind souls of dead poets still dance to music they wrote ----- you can cage my body but if you love this poet let my words run free ----- how hot is your kiss we lovers must explore this more in pursuit of truth ----- i just need your touch your arm brushing against mine sets my soul on fire ----- as if a tango my hand stroking your body both of us aware ---- i could teach you things sometimes it's best you learn yourself it hurts but it works ----- Erotic explorations Require no map, but, To be in the hands of, She, herself, is to find The most exciting spots, Hear most arousing sounds, Sense the most moving vibrations, Taste the freshest nectar, For who knows best the way, To find and enter where Her best secrets hide, and, How to make them, Make themselves known, and, By all means leave a trail, Of touches, spanks, Kisses and bites For both to follow, Remember, and, Find their way again. ----- following her stream between pillars of desire to her flowing well • Donovan Baldwin