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My muse dances for me, Weaving patterns of Promises to inflame My desires and Fantasies firelght flickering Moving over her body, Showing then hiding, Secrets and truths, And her secret smile, For she, my muse, Knows she touches My innermost and Most sinful soul, Which must recount My shameful cravings, Done or dreamed, As poetry. • Donovan Baldwin

what senses do i need other than my heart to know... the beauty you bear perhaps to say you bare for you have shown your heart to me... in its nakedness once heart and soul met then our bodies could unite... in other senses ----- In the beauty of the marble, In the structure of the stone, One sculptor saw the future, Which love and skill make known. ----- she can feel his heat as rising in her it spreads... its sensual flames ----- in need of tending her trembling pastel petals... wait his attention ----- when two lovers love there's more to penetration... other intercourse ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Old walls have stories, Weathered old buildings, Long standing trees, Which someone planted, Then lived, loved, hated. Babies were born and Time passed, the children And the trees grew, All got old until, The human planted roots In the ground like the tree The walls crumbled, And the house grew gray And died, but, The story remained. • Donovan Baldwin

I revel in naughty moments Spent with you, Mutual seduction, Satisfaction, But, too, the quiet, Naively romantic times, When even a nun Would not blush to watch, Voyeur with sidelong peeks, Living another life vicariously, If that was her secret vice.(https://twitter.com/hashtag/vice?src=hashtag_click) • Donovan Baldwin

once we've shared our love some of each remains within... part of the other • Donovan Baldwin

Oh! Dear Macbeth, if you had known Where greed and lust could lead, Would you have hopped the next stage gone Before your better half would need... A lawyer, and a good hand soap, And, perhaps, a sleeping pill, Or would you, as you did, you dope, Allow the darling dear to kill... Old Duncan as he slept and snored Serenely in your king size bed, Unaware of your plans toward, His kingdom, crown, and royal head? • Donovan Baldwin

Some own the land On which I stand, But none all that I see. And for the ocean I have the notion It alone belongs to me. Those with gems and rings Own material things, Which reside within my being They'll never own For they've never known The poet's way of seeing. • Donovan Baldwin

Something about the surf in moonlight. It takes on an otherworldly aspect, Becoming something different From it's daytime liquidity, With a slow motion roll As if of molten metal Singing a song once Taught to whales And, poets with Such romantic Imaginations. • Donovan Baldwin

Philosophers and poets, Have watched the rolling sea Listened to its constant roar, Speculted and lifted pen Contemplating fore daring To set down their intense And weighty speculations, In dark and gloomy dens, As lovers wandered down To dip their feet in water's edge Exchanging kisses and dreams, Knowing more about the sea, Than their somber predecessors. • Donovan Baldwin

Captured in your moment Of disheveled disarray, Hard between your fiery desires, And my burning gaze, Driven by both our wishes, Your glistening fingers Trace pathways of delight. Follow your pleasure's progress, Beside you, holding you, In your climactic song Of moans and sighs. • Donovan Baldwin