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I often write of sin, But then, Words have meaning, Not only dictionary, But use ordinary, To each his own Definition known, And, sin to me, Not morality, Per se, yet, Some other way, For what religions condemn, I leave up to them, But, do what you do With kindness and respect. I cannot detect, Something they call sin. Again, I say again, What should be done Alone or with someone, For pleasure is not bad If what is done or had, Is between adults, Or one adult consenting, Afterwards only lamenting, If an error in judgement made, Or some other blame laid, Yet I have no quarrel, With what some call immoral, I say enjoy love and lust, Leave the sinning to the just. • Donovan Baldwin

game of hide and seek lips and hands seeking secrets... she tries not to hide ----- first kiss is left in the open neck of her blouse... buttons come undone ----- craves his gentle touch yet open to suggestion... rough at her request ----- tending her flower fingers dividing petals... gathering nectar • Donovan Baldwin

do you wait for touch in your small bit of darkness... for first kiss first claim anticipation heightening your senses... to feel and be felt are your berries hard as pastel petals glisten... with dewdrops of desire • Donovan Baldwin

love child of beauty begotten of poet and muse... perhaps immortal • Donovan Baldwin

he was not the devil and did not lead her astray... just to freedom's edge ----- shows me her desires names me keeper of secrets... no one else may know ----- worshipper of love each human a god or goddess... my one religion ----- poet's model muse becomes a poem tonight... accedes to his love • Donovan Baldwin

As royal golds and purples, Slowly build until, exploding Over the creamy clouds, Glistening pond, wet reeds, Bringing quivering morning, Moving earth and lover, On hard tipped hills, And smooth velvet plains, A crescendo of awakening Fading into a quiet glory, In which all rest. • Donovan Baldwin

Old battered jewel Seeking proper setting. Wish to be treasured Fine with staying in the box, Brought out for special occasions, And cherished in private. • Donovan Baldwin

Let us place four candles, To the directions of the compass, Open windows to hear The music of the wind in the trees, Moonlight will illuminate our Dance floor, later to be our love bed, Arms around we pretend Steps to tunes only we can hear, Merely as excuse to hold and kiss. • Donovan Baldwin

All the sighs you've held inside, Moans in the night, Swirling steps of joy, Romantic, erotic, poetic Thoughts which hide secretly Within your mind, behind That demurely proper face Demanded by polite society, All the reality of you which Must be hidden, I dare you to set free. • Donovan Baldwin

In our touching intimacy, She sings an ancient song, Heard in castle and in cave Transcending millenia, The wordless paean of love Rising, approaching, Breathless in its gallop Leaping, arching, reaching, Gasping at the last in Final crescendo of ecstasy, Then, ending the beat... rest. • Donovan Baldwin

I watch the way summer rain, Knowing my intentions, My desires, clear flowing pigment, Covers you, reveals you, Traces all the curves of you, Highlights textures and tints, Causes you to raise your face Open your lips as if to kiss, To drink the rain which Shapes you, forms you, Becomes you. And I enter your rain Drink flowing waters, Share in the liquid Shape of your soul. • Donovan Baldwin

what we do apart is what we'd do together... if we could but touch • Donovan Baldwin