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wet with your desire rising stem of your blossom so ripe and rich with dew rests upon my lips as my eager tongue strokes the small stiff shaft and fingers penetration brings cries of satisfaction aching trembling climax and a flood of your body's delicious wine of love... you cry out, quiver and fall upon me sharing the proof of your ecstasy from out of my mouth ----- fire through your veins the breath the words which touch your ear the hands which caress you ----- at the first touch upon her neck she bares herself to the breeze which spreads kisses all over becoming stronger as if fingers touching her in her places igniting the secret fires and, with the breeze now wind takes flight upon the night arching into ecstasy as that first touch becomes an oh so welcome blossom of wind and rain which sweep her into the heavens where she, before his eyes, transform yourself to explosions of stars falling into my arms in moonlight ----- tell me of yourself through poems you choose to read hearts you leave behind ----- goes beyond naked bare body stripped to desires thoughts exposed by words ----- spoke to me of lust freed so many images that we both desired ----- she won't surrender but she'll offer all she is when she meets true love ----- i know you're reading heart waiting for the poem that i wrote for you ----- don't think it will end how my thoughts return to you over and over ----- spill silver nectar tilt your flower o'er my mouth serve me hot desire ----- used to dream of love thought i found it once or twice and i did... in dreams • Donovan Baldwin

West Jordan, Uta. — W.D. Kilpack III, a native of West Jordan, Uta., had his sixth novel, Battle Calm, published on Amazon.com. This is the first book in a trilogy called the Battle Calm Cycle, set in a dystopian future. It is Kilpack's first hardcover release, but is also available in eBook and on Kindle Unlimited. Battle Calm centers around Badger, a Keeper, who is the greatest soldier alive. He knows to never celebrate victories, no matter how hard-won, because the enemy never stops. When Badger succeeded his father, Red Skin, as Keeper Base Leader, he was well prepared, raised to handle anything the enemy threw at him. He was the best killer, and the most respected tactician. He knew Red Skin’s Laws like he wrote them himself. Most importantly, he was always calm, no matter how frenzied the combat. These were only some of the reasons why he still had all his original parts. His two closest friends are Trinity, who would die for him, and Korry, who would follow him without question. They are all Keepers. They fight, they kill, they live to kill another day, even when it means bugging out to another Base ... and another. That is life when life is war. They know nothing else. But even war cannot last forever, regardless of the infallible truth of Red Skin’s Law #35: “Under conditions of peace, men attack themselves; thus, there never has been, and there never will be a time without war. It is the greatest, most perfect thing men can do.” Kilpack said, "I wrote the very earliest drafts of these books when I was 14. Don't worry, they've been revised many, many times since then. I'm very happy with the state they're in now. The military aspect is much more authentic in a lot of ways, despite being a fictional branch of the military. Research and Q&A with some veterans went into restructuring that aspect of the story both through direct feedback and pointing me to the right places to dig and find out for myself." Kilpack is an award-winning and critically acclaimed internationally published writer, with works appearing in print, online, radio and television, starting with his first publication credit at the age of nine, when he wrote an award-winning poem. He has since won 23 book awards, including The International Firebird Book Award, The BookFest Award, International Impact Book Award, both Editor's Choice and Top Pick from BooksShelf and Honorable Mention from L. Ron Hubbard's Writers of the Future Contest for his novella, Pale Face, which was recently optioned for development for a Hollywood movie. He has been editor and/or publisher of 19 news and literary publications, both online and in print, with circulations as high as 770,000. He received both his bachelor's and master's degrees from Westminster University. As an undergrad, he double-majored in communication and philosophy, while completing the Honors Program. As a graduate student, he earned a master of professional communication with a writing emphasis. He was also a high-performing athlete, qualifying for international competition in Greco-Roman wrestling. For 25 years, he was a communication professor and a nationally recognized wrestling coach. He is an accomplished cook and has cooked nearly every type of food on a grill. He is happily married to his high-school sweetheart and is father to five children, as well as helping to raise five step-children. He was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, where he continues to live, consult and educate. For more information www.Kilpack.net Praise for Pale Face Pale Face is "pretty darned good. I like it. I love how [Hector] sees the aliens and the white men in the same light. A nice, brutal, ironic twist ... this is good stuff." — Dave Wolverton, international best-selling author Praise for Crown Prince: Book One of New Blood "Author W.D. Kilpack III presents an atmospheric and immersive journey into a richly crafted fantasy world, balancing a strong character-led adventure with a wider web of plots, setting up a highly complex and enjoyable fantasy saga to follow. There’s a clear flair for character, dialogue, and attitude from the start, with Natharr's intense presence affecting all who encounter him and making for some really dynamic clashes. The weightiness of his responsibilities and the depth of the world-building immediately gripped my attention and, as the story unfolded, the way the characters’ attitudes and actions were shaped by the realism of the worldbuilding was totally compelling. This book delivers on every promise of pulse-pounding adventure — thanks to the swift pacing of the plot, coupled with dark storytelling, strong descriptive skills, and captivating character development that balances emotion with duty well. Overall, I would certainly recommend Crown Prince as an incredible opener to an exciting new fantasy series, and I’m all the more eager to continue exploring this fantastical realm." — USA Today best-selling author K.C. Finn Praise for Order of Light: Book Two of New Blood "W. D. Kilpack III's Crown Prince captivated me. His vivid descriptions plunged me into a kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, and emotions. I devoured the first book in the New Blood Saga, desperate to see where the tale would lead. So, it was with bated breath that I cracked open Order of Light, the series' second instalment. Kilpack doesn't disappoint. The themes that resonated in Crown Prince deepen and twist in Order of Light. He has a way of making words just flow vividly on the page. On page 106 of my Australian paperback version, a revelation about Natharr, the Guardian of Maarihk, floored me! His journey of self-discovery weaves flawlessly with the Crown Prince's own remarkable growth. New fantastical creatures emerge from Kilpack's boundless imagination. The Quiet One and Bu, meticulously detailed in all their wonder, are testament to his storytelling prowess. But fear not, I won't spoil the magic! Suffice it to say, fans of epic fantasy, your search is over. Kilpack is your new literary lord. From exhilarating battle sequences to poignant moments of reflection, Order of Light is a masterpiece. If I could, I’d give it a six! Both it and Crown Prince deserve a place on your bookshelf. Trust me, you won't regret immersing yourself in Kilpack's world." — Jose F. Nodar, author of Books, Pens & Larceny (South Wales, Australia) Praise for Demon Seed: Book Three of New Blood "Demon Seed is the thrilling and fast-paced third book in the New Blood Saga ... Kilpack does not disappoint! Demon Seed is a shocking and brilliant tale that will reintroduce readers to characters we have come to love/be invested in. In this third book, the stakes are as high as ever and the story the reader is taken on will enthrall, captivate and excite its readers ... Kilpack from the beginning hooks his readers and keeps them enchanted to the very end. I have to recommend Demon Seed to readers that love epic fantasy! Demon Seed is one that is full of shocks, thrills, and twists and turns galore that will keep you on edge from beginning to end. [It] is an incredibly suspenseful novel and this is thanks to the wonderful author, whose work I love ... [Demon Seed] did not let me down, this saga has not lost its momentum or uniqueness. Kilpack is an exceptional author [who] knows how to flawlessly transport his readers into the story ... the descriptions are phenomenal ... Demon Seed is a magnificent and entertaining book that will easily entertain its readers for many hours! That is why I of course have to award this incredible book five stars!" — RedHeadedBookLover.com Praise for Rilari: Book Four of New Blood "Embark on a captivating journey with W.D. Kilpack III's Rilari: Book Four of New Blood, a tale that expertly weaves tension, mystery, and awe-inspiring heroism. Kilpack's world-building skillfully combines politics, magic, and ancient lore, creating a rich tapestry for readers to explore. The characters, especially Natharr and the Knights of Ril, are well-developed, and the dynamic between Nathan and his summoned companion adds depth and heart to the story. Kilpack successfully incorporates profound themes of resilience and unity into the gripping plot, leaving readers emotionally connected. Riliari is a triumph, offering an enthralling adventure filled with courage and the enduring spirit of humanity." — BooksShelf.com #author #authorlife #authorscommunity #bookaddict #bookworms #dystopian #fiction #FSFWritersAlliance #indieauthor #newrelease #kilpack #militaryscifi #postapocalyptic #readers #readersareleaders #readersgonnaread #scifi #sciencefiction #WritingCommunity #ian1 #writerslift

unseen wildflowers blossoming beside my words giving them purpose ----- solo rituals acted out too far apart as we share desires ----- her bare legs flashing flames reflecting in her eyes sinful yet divine ----- show your sins to me so that i may bless them all and join you in them ----- for her broken angel she commits his favorite sins angelic ecstasy ----- swept aloft by empowering ecstasy storm at her fingers ----- may i watch she asks as the poet's dripping pen writes of ecstasy ----- she took her first breath breast rising as his poems touched her where she loved ----- would you be embraced at love's most ecstatic moment aloft with your lover ----- ecstasy's heaven free to leave this world awhile safely in love's arms ----- stronger bonds than ropes or chains chosen restraints in place no blindfold does she need to wear upon her eager face some might say that she submits or bows before his will but to give him all her love is her greatest thrill and what between them happens whatever toys they use respect and understanding is aphrodisiac they choose so when her alto cry rings out counterpoint to his deep groan accept they've gone together neither will be left alone for despite their odd behavior which you do not understand by them those shades of grey are tame to this woman and her man ----- lovers' cocktail mixed salty goblet overflows erotic liqueur • Donovan Baldwin

what if you're the one I've been waiting for so long different yet same what if you're the awe thundering in my heart sin i long to touch what if you're the love that transports me on a street from this common world ----- two lovers wearing silver garments of the moon their desires exposed ----- sharing morning coffee she from her dainty cup he from his heavy beaker she gentle goddess he the rough old soldier strange lovers indeed her bright and loving smile his ragged grimace knowing eyes two souls much alike ----- i quickly knew it as our words were intertwined they belonged together ----- did you see the poem one that this lost poet wrote hoping you'd see yourself ----- you loved another you loved a different way yet i still loved you ----- loved you since we met never doubted a moment no matter who you loved ----- some say they're queer but they seem normal to me not the least bit odd ----- love's a two-way street often in more ways than one with more destinations ----- most things we call sin usually are pleasures others don't want us to enjoy ----- have you no idea just how much you mean to me how much you matter ----- wish the world could know all the poems you've been in all the words you caused ----- the magic you wield gift of bohemian gods controlling desire ----- i think she loved me in the moments we made love i loved her after ----- the peace you would know if you could accept my love and share the future ----- He swore that he loved her. Yet, he had loved so many women. And yet, another yet, she was not innocent herself... in acts or in fantasies. Could he, would he, accept her and her own sins, as she was prepared to accept his. In his arms she spilled out all that she had one and dreamed... and he told her his sins. And then they smiled and held each other and made love from sundown until dawn... and entered their future together and aware and perfectly comfortable with each other's past. ----- you can find yourself in my words present and past i love you then and now ----- far beyond touch exposed all possible ways embraced in nakedness ----- she cannot love me for i am an ancient man she is young and lovely ----- loves my poetry but will not be seen with me because of years between us ----- from where came these words from all the things that I have done when i once was young ----- i know no one loves me I have lived my life that way and yet i have loved ----- i have dreamed your kiss hoped so much for your embrace wish that this was real ----- knowing no one loves me each day must be spent alone till death brings release ----- a lifetime of lies told i was smart valuable yet life showed otherwise ------ why do i bother live or die no one cares everyone else more important ----- many years alone in the midst of others' needs last thing they think of ----- i write words about love I've given never known a life spent alone ----- why do i bother nothing will ever save me whatever saving means • Donovan Baldwin

Sometimes in my posts, I may seem to take one side or the other of the human condition. I will talk about fighters, doers, thinkers, cheerleaders, Pollyannas, politicians, and even Goody Two Shoes. Although I may seem to be taking a stand in a given thought for, or against, one of these, that does NOT mean that I have any problem with them as a group or division of humanity. After all, when it rains, we humans need people to scan the heavens, crunch the numbers, tell us the rain is coming, and when, where, and how much... to channel the rain into non-destructive paths, to use the rain to nourish us and animals and grow crops, to wash, to bathe, and even, and this is what makes us "human", point out the rainbow... maybe even paint a picture of it so we will remember it, or immortalize in words the experience of seeing one. We need all kinds of us humans, and, some are going to be better at being one kind than another. Still, Pollyanna and Goody Two Shoes need to buckle down and grab a shovel once in a while, just as G.I. Joe or Jane need to take the time to experience that which makes us human... love, the recognition of beauty about us, and the willingness to be kind and caring when the time calls for it. Donovan Baldwin

touch me she whispers naked body against mine obeying herself ----- coffee in public smiling with the memories love shared in private ----- her hair smoke about her head wisps upon the pillow shaking when she trembles with desire inner flames licking at her need ----- my gospel is of immoral morality and innocent sins ----- up from passion's fires she rises phoenix set free soaring ecstasy ----- i cannot heal you but accept your wounds and scars made you beautiful ----- rushes to his arms in her most manic moments for him to hold her ----- captive of his words waiting for the next to bring tears upon her cheeks • Donovan Baldwin

she reads his poems pleasure center quivering to his words' rhythms ----- knows what poet sees his knowing eyes revealing secrets she's hidden first shy heat of blush soon a fire of welcome joy casting all aside stands exposed and pure naked of body and mind proudly before him ----- her lips full and slack in ecstasy's afterglow memories streaming ----- her clothes discarded models a gown of his words spaces between them ----- within those moments when night becomes my lover with her dark caress ----- woman warrior your armor in the corner naked in my arms ----- after destruction rest delightfully shattered by our love's tempest ----- poetry spilling tries to catch the overflow he pours upon her ----- a special item from her secret box of toys an expectant smile naked to the night she prepares with great restraint corners of her bed covering her eyes wearing only a sweet smile awaits his coming ----- if we should love do i hold you or free you i would do both • Donovan Baldwin

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i have dreamed of love sadly dream is all it was life lived without love ----- fear to take up pen lest the ink of loneliness spill upon the page ----- she tends her flowers gathering up poetry unaware of me ----- lay in bed last night wondering who and where you are if you'll ever find me ----- i can feel your heat what you're doing this moment touching with your mind ----- speak not of beauty for in darkness desire depends much more on the mind ----- what you do alone you'd rather with a lover daring share pleasure ----- read the words i write some private place consider things i cannot say ----- dares not acknowledge how deeply his words touch her how they feel inside ----- someday look at me for a moment imagine what love would be like ----- intoxicating she gives poetic kisses words soaked in vodka ----- alone with my words on her skin tracing letters which spell ecstasy ----- "Falling in love is not a one-time thing", she thought, staring into the night. "And, it's not a one-way thing, either." She could see her nude reflection in the dark window, and, realized, that, better than a mirror, she saw herself as he saw her. The dark hid details and ambient light illustrated her, overall. But, not just her body, but, the woman... the naked woman who had revealed all her thoughts, desires, kinks, and fantasies. His smile had not changed, but seemed to burn brighter. Now, truly naked, she wondered if she could live up to her own desires. He came up behind her, pressed his nakedness to hers, put his arms around her and growled into her ear... that's you. you're perfect. I love you... and she fell in love all over again. ----- all senses engaged she watches his butterfly touching her secrets ----- what's wrong with pleasure that we consider it sin rather than a gift ----- dreamed you desired me although that could never be still it's my desire ----- what are your secrets you've done or desired to do i will not judge you ----- flowers inner folds wet with desire's morning dew enticing kisses ----- • Donovan Baldwin

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so naked so lost reaching out in the darkness and then he touched her ----- lived in hidden shame until his touch exposed her caressed her secrets ----- how she loved her sins but she could never share them until their hearts met ----- what thrills she desired but never dared to explore without him beside her ----- coaxed by her lover folded petals opening tempting me to taste ----- resting exhausted while exploring ecstasy we've not found the edge ----- the dark flames inside touch your secrets from within leaving you gasping ----- her tempest rages her innermost needs spilling through open floodgates ----- her light in darkness guiding her on pleasure's paths ensures her safety ----- with him exploring sins she's feared to try alone her darkest pleasures ----- a life so long spent fearing to expose her mind all her needs and wants indulges secrets in lonely experiments fantasies rising and then he joined her so incomplete ecstasies became fulfilled ----- She caresses poet's words, Which so eloquently spoke To her body and her mind, As if an ancient muse and Eros had become one, and, The words became like Fingers which, Held to her heart, Touched and found their way inside, Sending ecstasies flaring Through mind, and breast, and loins, Until, in an orgasmic eruption, She gave birth to poetry. ----- fingers open blouse she guides my warm hand within cups it o'er her heart ----- passionate lady sips her tea and contemplates passionate poems ----- i write poetry speaking to someone i love hope you know it's you ----- look inside my words you will find they speak of you even silences ----- words have their meanings i seldom add extra to them they're already strong ----- such a lovely mind so delightfully naughty and eager to please ----- as her storm arrives rain pelts her naked body a thousand touches ----- parading for me in ribbons of poetry her sly seduction ----- let's start this party have a drink with me tonight once the sun goes down ----- her stirring fingers sweetened with her rose's dew treat for her lover ----- teasing the button quivering in ecstasy as he touches her ----- if only you knew how often i think of you how thrilling the thoughts ----- life only teased me pretending to tell the truth as if it loved me ----- i cannot stop death but i can cause you pleasure reason for living ----- if i were artist i would paint beautiful nudes with you my model ----- take the stage sweetheart drop your robe and proudly stand i render you in words ----- remember the taste moment that your mouth was filled with love's fine warm wine ----- describe the moment details of your ecstasy we lovingly shared ----- places you've not been i was there decades ago let's talk about it • Donovan Baldwin