intimate lover
delicate and jubilant
shamelessly urgent

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her bursting hips poised
captive to breathless pleasure
of his probing tongue

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it's not your technique
which drives me beyond the edge
but passion revealed

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sated butterfly
colorfully sipping at
succulent blossoms

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At last, in her poet's lair,
She explores, seeking more,
Beyond the weaver of words,
Lover she's only known in dreams.
She finds guns and knives,
Statues and souvenirs,
A silent pocket watch,
Worn pocket knife,
Older than his hands,
Photographs of unmet family,
Other times, other places,
Forgotten glories,
And medals pinned upon an old faded uniform,
Pictures of young men with that look,
Knowledge of impending doom,
Books, art, flowers,
His soul kept in boxes.

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waiting to be one
breathless anticipation
poised for pleasure

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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin