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First touches and kisses, Almost like A breath of a breeze, A spring zephyr Setting her shimmering, Causing all of her To tremble as Their intensity Increases, As each new gust Find its way into Every hidden place, Her storm rising, Stirring and loosening, Fanning fires, Fueling flames, As she rises... Soars... Bursts... Into a blazing rainbow Of pleasure's flames, Over a private land defined, By her lover's arms. • Donovan Baldwin

such pleasant foreplay i tickle and you giggle trembling together • Donovan Baldwin

dew upon my tongue mixed with your sweetest honey flowing from your lips • Donovan Baldwin

Though eyes may be dim, And senses muted with age, I draw on memories and Experience, seeing, sensing You much more vividly Than as a younger man, Even to seeing past Your calm exterior, and into The seething, passionate beauty You think you hide so well. • Donovan Baldwin

Mid swirling mystic mists of morning, In secret hours the living, And dead to the world, Never visit, Wanders a blinded poet with open heart, Seeking the source of sounds, Images and ideas most cryptic, Hoping to unravel love's skein, To follow its threads to his love. • Donovan Baldwin

Some will say she surrenders Her body there on twisted sheets, But I, soldier poet, say she gifts, Enrolls, enlists in common cause Adopting the naked uniform of love, Taking her position, performing rituals, Holy, consecrated by craving and time, In the sacred battle of honest, amorous lust, Voluntary member of an army of desire. • Donovan Baldwin

guided by her muse following delightful paths most delicious ways in her secret place with his touching poetry she seeks ecstasy revealed exposed she wishes words upon her skin written by his lips ----- the moonlight paints her silver nude in open robe proud before his eyes ----- when your fires erupt fan them into leaping flames one touch at a time ----- subtle fingers scribe poetry upon herself in a cursive way • Donovan Baldwin

Let me not end far from the sea, For as a boy, the wind and waves Were symphony, dance, and drama, Performing daily in ever changing Role and choreography Majestic orchestration. They were too my history And fantasy, one blended Into the other, becoming one Within me all my days. • Donovan Baldwin

meet me on the bridge where only dreams may walk... before it fades at dawn ----- moonlight on bare skin both tangible and tactile... touches light and dark ----- fingers in your hair guiding kisses from behind... touch of eager lips ----- like the sun and moon share the sky but never meet... sunrise to sunrise ----- i can sense a storm though i saw how calm you were... i felt winds rising ------ open hand offers a bouquet of one blossom... from her small garden ----- subject for poem black facts silver fantasies... a moonlit nude ----- the gods' ambrosia equal parts of love and lust... a splendid mixture ----- at love's cotillion let's not be the wallflowers... may i have this dance ----- often felt alone looking into the darkness... till his hand took hers ----- she felt so alone looking into the future... then she saw him there ----- gentle poet she feared to write the burning words... read his felt his heat ----- thoughts of him began with bursts of sunshine and rum... and burning kisses ----- though he took nothing she gave him all he desired... got what she wanted ----- she was different volatile or calm or wild... always in his arms ----- Donovan Baldwin

Remember this: Often when you read my words, They were written by my heart Without checking with me first, But, also remember, I read them later, And let them stand. • Donovan Baldwin

If words touched you like fingers I would speak my way along The arching curve of your back, Using phrases such as Shivering and quivering, Raising your flesh with Hot breaths upon the softest places Intimate intonations Of lust and passion, In gasping sentences And lurid phrases, A sensual tête-à-tête, Ending in rapturous silence. • Donovan Baldwin

Oh, your face That tender smile Which welcomes, Invites, Yet belies The heated passions Kept below the surface Glowing embers I desire to fan Into free flames to brand Me as your Ecstatic lover forever. • Donovan Baldwin