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Sunset from Pacific Grove, California, Photograph by Donovan Baldwin

I have seen her ghost, Gleaming like the moon Within the morning mist, Crooning her love song, A hunting song, A sad and mournful song, Sung for her lost love Orion dead at Gaia's hand, Or perhaps her own, For none remembers now, But the ghost of Artemis Who but mourns, And tells no tale. • Donovan Baldwin

at last i found you all these years i searched for you... where were you hiding ----- you hid in my sky laughing behind bright rainbows... bound into birdsong ----- you and i trade words images of love's desires... and beautiful needs ----- unfolding for him her pastel blossom blooming... with crystal dewdrops ----- love's not difficult she's simpliity itself... light in his darkness ----- how he captured her he made her love herself first... then him the same way ----- seeing her alone while holding herself together... he gave her his hands ----- two loving rebels thrust against society's... senseless restrictions ----- sensual thoughts bring true orgasms in the mind... multiple and deep ----- summer rain left trails running down quivering skin... and rising desires ----- summer rain left trails running down quivering skin... raising her desire ----- his gaze raked across her as real as fingers on skin... stripped naked to sight ----- along rose pathway promises i thought i saw... dreams among petals ----- your warm petals kiss leave your smiole upon my lips... breath within my mouth ----- as plain as thunder the music i hear is silent... yet my soul responds ----- diving pleasure's seas committing most divine sins... drowning in her depths ----- sun on crystal petals love songs of the flowers rang... as lovers embraced ----- flesh following heart what some call sin made divine... love and lust combined ----- one hand on the wheel the other resting on your thigh... in complete control ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Entranced he noted How ample her heart, How alluring her mind, How appealing her words, She was everything he dreamed, And she made love with him In so many ways beyond What the human body Could begin to Understand. • Donovan Baldwin

If words touched you like fingers I would speak my way along The arching curve of back, Using comments such as Shivering and quivering, Raising your flesh with Hot breaths upon the softest places Intimate intonations Of lust and passion, In gasping sentences And lurid phrases, A sensual tête-à-tête, Ending in rapturous silence. • Donovan Baldwin

on her satin skin his fingers trace poetry... she sighs soft as silk • Donovan Baldwin

a smile on her lips as he moans and asks for more... pleasure she causes • Donovan Baldwin

with a wistful smile he surrenders to sadness... content this night to dream • Donovan Baldwin

How I wish within my arms, If for but the briefest of times, You could rest, head to my breast, Warm woman secure and serene Resting in most pleasant repose, Prepared to love and be loved Without reservation, restriction, Condition, or cessation. • Donovan Baldwin

I have turned from darkness, Though it remains there somewhere, My days are limited, counting down, I decline to offer any to sadness. I'll stick with pleasure and joy, Walk in sunlight, Probably with A glass of wine nearby, Writing my soul into a history, Which some might read. • Donovan Baldwin

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