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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