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Through the open spaces between the stars, Roams my soul, seeking its revered goddess, A muse to be posed painted and remembered In the fumbling words of the poet entrusted with Telling her story to a world not ready for her, In a way that mortals understand immortal love.

Before the touch, Before the kiss, Before the mingled breaths, Before full body caresses, There is your approach, The very expectation Of you is enough, To cause my heart To fill with love and hope. • Donovan Baldwin

There on me sweet disarray, You cast yourself, upon me lay, Your body there upon display, Inviting me to watch and stay, As you push your robe away, And eager hands begin to stray, I watch and touch and fly away, Upon the storm you bring today, Helping you to end your play. • Donovan Baldwin

Beside the bright moon's silvery path, Among scattered points of light, May gleam the gleam of lovers' dreams, Wisps and shadows in the night. Lovers lost so far away, Their eyes cannot behold, The one dear love they count so dear, And give their souls to hold. • Donovan Baldwin

Nothing is perfect, including where we are now, but, most people who decry where we are have never been where we used to be. I am 78, a relatively short span, even in the history of THIS young country, and I can watch TV shows from my younger days, and, even sort through the memories of my own childhood, in which life was filled with fewer gadgets, games, and the opportunities to use them. I don't know if where we are today is properly labeled "progress" or "prosperity", but it DOES mean many of us have a lot of time on our hands to worry about things that are actually pretty good, now that we don't have to walk down to the creek for water, spend our day tilling the soil, or hunting for game, subsisting on whatever our own efforts provide us, protecting ourselves from the elements, or raiding bands, living out our lives in caves, lean-to's, tents or hovels, falling into bed (if we built one) aching from each day's exertions, hunting through the woods for healing herbs, and dying young because of lack of trained people who have access to modern medicines and medical facilities and procedures that are not located in the dirty corner of a barber/surgeon's place of business, as horses go by outside leaving momentos of their passing, as chamber pot contents are hurled from upstairs windows onto the street below. Disclaimer: I'm old, BUT some of these images are from a bit before my time. By the way, did you catch what I did with the title there? Huh?

How small we humans really are, Despite our exhibitions of power, We are destroyed at the whim Of a nature capable of destruction Far beyond our small demonstrations, Our mere tantrums of small children, Angry at not getting our way. Parent nature puts us in our place, With an irritated whisk of its wings. • Donovan Baldwin

salt taste of her skin as my mouth's explorations... reach forbidden realms ----- love is on her lips outer flavor inner truth... drunk fresh from its source ----- loved in purity taken in my daring lust i drift bathed in your ocean ----- she on his firm hand her saddle on his fingers... rides the wall bareback ----- i write wanton words illicitly intimate... in hopes you feel them ----- drafting deep desires very voluptuous verses... practicing privately ----- she strikes boldly out on an ocean of passion... driven by its waves ----- inspiration sought in a fruity moscato... seeking sparkling words ----- her hand guiding mine follow cues of sighs and moans... which lead to heaven ----- my words touching her desires rising in her breast... as i stroke her mind ----- fill my pen once more with the golden ink of dawn... borrowing her words ----- thrilled more than surprised by these shared sensations... as we drop our robes ----- with intimate words she flays me leaves me bleeding... and desiring more ----- with intimate words she flays me leaves me bleeding... and begging for more ----- she's an exciting land hills and valleys to explore... one kiss at a time ------ sometimes when alone she explores familiar paths... fingers love to stroll ----- at first word by word lovers expose themselves then... button by button ----- well mannered hostess inviting me to explore... rising as i enter ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Come with me to the high land, To the hot desert beside The brooding mountains, Deeply engrossed in thoughts Beyond the understanding of mortals, For they have lived so long, Above the burning desert With its dead secrets, Have seen so much pass, Becoming history That only they remember... Come with me and Listen silently with respect To their unspoken tales. • Donovan Baldwin My photograph of the Superstition Mountains, Arizona.

bright beckoning smile secret sign of life's enjoyments... and passion's pleasures ----- when the love wells up collides full speed with desires... we lay entangled ----- she strikes out alone on an ocean of passion... rocked by her own waves ----- alone she begins the game she desires so much... wishing he'd play with her ----- drinking from her well dripping nectars of desire... sharing love's flavors ----- • Donovan Baldwin

like a drenching rain showerhead pelting her skin... under his guidance Where do ideas for poems come from? This was written during an AquaCare showerhead commercial. It's not the thing, but, what you do with it. Free (http://it.Free)plug https://b(https://buyaquacare.com)uyaquacare.com(https://buyaquacare.com) • Donovan Baldwin

once she found her beast craved him more than anything... gave up all for him ----- Seated at the edge of light's circle, Just before the darkness begins, The old warrior quietly observes, Her defiantly seductive dance. Slowly rising he approaches her fires, On shadowed flesh emerge ancient wounds, Skin and soul marked with reminders, Sad calm eyes which beheld many wonders. Inches from her, breath and heat mingling, Old eyes of the hunter look her Up and down exposing in intimate detail, The nakedness of body and soul. She tenses beneath the tactile passing Of his gaze, almost, but not quite able, To read the thoughts behind those Soft, quiet eyes, where, fires seem to burn. Somehow, without touching her he does, And his low voice growls... "Sheathe your claws, for now, kitty, kitty, You'll need them some other time. Now walk with me if you're brave enough" He touches her cheek briefly, Traces the outline of her body, Turns to the darkness with one look back. "Follow me if you dare, or not, beauty, But, bring the fire within your breast, You'll need its heat and warmth, In the darkness we will enter." ----- she aroused the poet and when the words came pouring out... she tried not to spill a one ----- ALIEN INVASION alien invasion different in an instant... she saw it happen his face and eyes changed as if taken by an inner force... as strange words appeared so long inanimate but now transcended to another plane... poet began to write ----- i spend time alone while surrounded by people... unable to touch me ----- what sins can you confess that i have not committed... forgiven myself for ----- In the darkness you fear the beat, The animal urges the drums evoke, And without him you are lost. His hands find you, take you, Turn you and control you... Touseling your hair, opening your blouse... His face emerges from the dark, The almost cruel stare that strips you naked... The deep dark eyes with their brilliant flames, Somehow comforting you... telling you... He will protect you. With your first uncertain steps, To the music pounding in your body, Blood rushes to your face and breast, As you release yourself to The freedom of the dance And his firm embrace. His eyes gaze upon the first tiny beads of sweat Collecting between your breasts in the heat of the moment, As he crushes you to his chest. "An animal," you think, almost purring the words, Feeling the pressure and vibrations, Spreading from your pelvis... Your breast rises as your body responds to The dance and the manner in which he's claimed you. The aching in your chest, the quivers in your belly, May be inside, yet, somehow, he can see and feel them, And you realize that you are totally naked to him.. Heart, mind, body, and soul... And you have followed him into darkness, Where he is king and will need a queen, Equal to his passions and daring... Again you shake but this time with certainty, With hot desire... knowing, yes, it IS already written... And your hand in his, you follow him into The darkness beyond the dance and the drums. ----- lets go of herself with him they dance in darkness... to visceral rhythms ------ exposing her throat she arches back against me... throbbing to be kissed ----- lashing of his words a powerful punishment... she sins to invoke ----- to claim your body i must first seduce your mind... so that you love me ----- climactic moment earthy poetry rings out... orgasmic paean ----- enchanted moment a beauty and her true beast... seen with each other's eyes ----- wanting to watch moon made indecent proposals... we laughed and agreed ----- when the words are done lascivious lines written... we will act them out ----- heat burns between us spirits fired with single flame... fueled by desire ----- Love slowly travels, An endless pathway seeking, Eternal embrace, Eyes trading quiet secrets. Two souls lovingly entwined. ----- why would i forget how could the thoughts of you end... forget myself first ----- caged by doubts and fears she surrendered to his arms... where her freedom lay ----- yes although she kneels instead of her submission... his exaltation ----- like a drenching rain showerhead pelting her skin... under his guidance ----- • Donovan Baldwin