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needs like ocean waves lap with lust within her heart... she fears their power tides of sinful thoughts have so often come and gone... she fears her soul drowns rescuer is he who understands this current... teaches her to swim with him ----- i learned your secrets now know where to touch your mind... make you moan inside ----- sticky lips smiling as if she's eating a peach... sweet juices flowing ----- nude at the window body brushed with dawn's rose gold... nature's masterpiece ----- happily explore this garden of her delights... she's made me welcome ----- she unlocks her cage setting her butterflies free... fluttering inside ----- frightened by her dreams then he came and guided her... among love's pleasures ----- his thirst drives him on seeking the cup she offers... filled with love's liqueur ------ kiss me so damn deep i can taste all your desires... drink them from your lips ----- his gaze burned her skin his words took her innocence... his love set her free ----- little does she know her kiss that left him silent... made him howl inside ----- sadly dawn means death for my lover fades away... at the end of dreams ----- what if once i stayed failed to vanish with the dawn... would you touch me then ----- robe of tattered words poetry that sits askew... on poet's gray head ----- when love had filled her physical sex had become... a want not a need ------ if those soft brown eyes would once turn their gaze on me... see beyond my words ----- glimpsed in a photo soft eyes warm lips i wonder... if you'll ever know ----- first take it all off present yourself in nakedness... bare heart soul and mind ----- • Donovan Baldwin

She is but a dream A mystic figure Glimpsed in the wings of The backlit stage of my mind, Stepping into the spotlight, Innumerable times a day Performs for me her most Sensual temptations Fading back into Swirling mists Of desire and Fantasy. • Donovan Baldwin

Goddess Pele Her erupting pent up passions, Spewing hottest of love's lava, Glowing with her exertions, Primeval dance of erotic Desires and satisfactions, Never achieved only cooled, To arise and burst forth In timeless display of The fiery soul imprisoned, In her earthly body. • Donovan Baldwin

Just putting this out there. I do NOT get my news or information from social media. When I receive such things I either ignore them or trace them to the source (a background in military intelligence and accounting... investigation, fact finding, and analysis) comes in handy. Over ninety percent of the ones I DO bother to trace, because they seem so egregious, turn out to be misrepresentations... not always even misrepresentations of facts... sometimes just plain misrepresentations. Be aware, there are many self proclaimed (and sometimes UN-proclaimed) "parody", "satire", and just plain made up news sites out there. Yes, there ARE people on the internet who sit down and CREATE false information for whatever THEIR purpose may be. Once a bit of false news hits the internet, no matter which side of the political orientation it is aimed at, it assumes a life of its own, and, if it gets enough backers and promoters, it will build a large enough gathering, swearing it is true, to make it appear true. I have encountered this phenomenon in business and the military many times, before there was an internet, with individuals doing the same thing... including times I have been misquoted and accused of saying things I have never said. As one man told me after learning the truth about a company I worked for, after bad mouthing them for over 20 years, "So many people were saying it for so long I just figured it must be true, so I started saying it too." Gonna try to follow the dictum of Sergeant Joe Friday (picture) of the old Dragnet radio show (yes, I'm THAT old), "Just the facts, ma'am." • Donovan Baldwin

My loves are all ghosts, My kisses only memories. Phantom touches, Hugs imprinted on my body, So many years ago, Linger as echoes Etched upon my soul. Pledges and promises Fell to dust, leaving me, Standing on a faceless plain, As the winds and rain of time, Washed all away. • Donovan Baldwin

Where do I end and you begin As we, eternally embraced, Bodies and minds melting Into one another, Penetrating, Filling, Each opening, Pouring into one another, As summer rain wets the naked body, Until every inch is soaked and The loving drops course Across flesh each runnel Its own caress, not to be denied Or turned away from As the rain becomes skin, And you and I become one another, Sharing equally in The beauty and desire The love and the lust, The cries and moans and groans And final sighs as we Rest in each other's arms, Bodies still one, Still covered by the panting flesh, The beating heart, The echoes of expended love, And the last drops of dew, Laying wet from the rain. • Donovan Baldwin

Hot sand beneath, Warm breeze above, Bodies slippery with sweat, From heat within and without, Sliding back and forth Hungry mouths asking For so much more than food, Joining literally there, wet With waves which fail To cool the passion on The beach beneath A voyeuristic sun. • Donovan Baldwin

Grace Christian - better known by her stage name, mazie - is redefining pop music and pop culture from the comfort of her own home. Like twisting the rotating ends of a kaleidoscope, looking at mazie's music from an even slightly different perspective unveils a host of varying takeaways. There's "no friends," her debut single, written and released at the beginning of quarantine, perfectly unaware of the universal nature her track would soon envelop. Twist a little further and you arrive at "dumb dumb," an unconventional and surreal pop song written in response to the Capitol Insurrection and the ensuing deluge of memes. Yet, no single twist, turn, or bend of the neck begins to fully encompass mazie, the artist. Listen to Mazie talk about how she became a successful Indie artist in this podcast. Props out to my hometown girl!

Melville began Moby Dick with, "Call me Ishmael" Not to be outdone, I often begin some of my comments with, "I call myself a poet." I have the "creds" as they say. Never said "good" poet, but I do write stuff that others have recognized and acknowledged to be poetry. Even had a few works published back when paper was king. You might say, BC = Before Computers. The dark ages of our modern era. Anyway, in addition to writing what others may or may not see, or have seen, thoughts and images, snippets of originality, inspired by damn near anything (once wrote a poem about a tuna sandwich), flow through my mind, often aching to come out as something on paper or, these days, computer screen. Still, with all that to work with, ninety percent of what is running through my scattered mind doesn't find any outlet, and runs off into the woods of my thoughts, and, although I may hear some laughter or squeals or giggles, or sobbing, from the departed ideas somewhere off in the woods, I am left to wonder who or what those strange creatures were ... beautiful and exciting, gloomy and brooding, bland and too insufficient to maintain existence. I was reading Hazlitt (William) last night and, in one of his beautifully crafted essays which rolls off the tongue of my mind, he makes the point that once one becomes an artist, it's all about art. It's in everything they see and think about. Poets are like that too, I believe. And, like the artist, you never see some of their/our best work... sometimes only practice pieces... set down to keep our hand in. Beware of brooding poets but remain calm. The gloom you often see upon them has nothing to do with you (probably), but, more with the odd creatures romping through their minds, often disappearing into darkness, forgotten before they can leave a trace of their ephemeral existence. • Donovan Baldwin #poetry #poets

Beautiful, sexy, hot? Not one person. Not one way. Not one body. Many different minds, Thoughts, Caring, loving, Laughing, Understanding. It's not how you're "built", It's how you live, love, Think, speak. Feel... How the other feels When together, Around you, Thinking of you. • Donovan Baldwin

just thinkin' about the phone - how important it's become... for people, schools and businesses, and how the country's run don't forget the selfies - like, that's sooo much fun! but try and live without it - and this is what you're thinkin... well, now you've really done it... did you lose a brand new phone? did you put it in the fridge... did it slide into the toilet - did you go through all the trash... think! where'd you see it last? don't worry, be happy - but you're losing it instead you're in the panic mode your face is flushed and red where is that stupid phone? you just can't live without it... it wakes you up, it takes you there you purchase and you pay with it you date with it, break up with it just find the freakin' phone! copyright L.G. Rogers 6-11-23