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WARNER BAXTER May 2015
As I turn to see a dark silhouette, I realize it is you.
Your sultry form is illuminated by the moonlight glowing
through the window shrouded by tightly drawn curtains.
I become instantly aroused. Your silken gown clings
to your shapely body, like hot liquid gold dripping
into puddles beneath your bare feet.I approach, slowly,
step by step. Anticipation is heightened. I reach out and
take the thin straps of your gown with a single finger.
First the left, then the right, I hold the straps outward,
with eyes fixed, staring deep into one an others souls,
I let go. Your crimson clothing falls to the floor.
You are covered only by your long beautiful hair cascading
over the curves of your naked body. I take your bare
slender shoulders with both hands. You feel my strength,
but you are not afraid. You feel powerless as a warm
sense of comfort fills the very essence of your being.
With eyes still fixed, we move even closer, so close
I can feel your breath on my mouth. Your tongue
sweeps across my lip and then as sudden as a star
falls from the sky, our lips meet with the power and
the passion of the Genesis of Earth. My hands have
moved to the small of your back pressing our bodies
firmly together. I kiss the side of your neck, you gasp!
As you chase after your breath, I take the lobe of your
ear between my teeth and bite very gently, your
body trembles. I pick you up and carry you across
the room. You seem to be floating, I lay you down
on the bed, a peaceful smile envelopes your face,
as you would see on a child when they feel raindrops
for the first time. My clothes have mysteriously
disappeared. I lay down next to you, then in symphony
we explore each other's bodies completely.We make love
over and over again. The pleasure is overwhelming.
You scream in ecstasy, your fingernails pierce the skin
on my back as you grip and grasp, twist and writhe
and squeeze me tighter and tighter. You scream again,
and again. You have never felt like this before.
Our bodies kinetically charged to the power of a
freight train speeding out of control. We have become
moist to the point of drenched with our hot sweet sweat.
We collapse completely in each other's arms with
exhaustion in total surrender. We awaken at first light,
still in lucid embrace,and say "good morning, I love you."
It is at this very instance we both understand our lives have
meaning and enlightenment. We are under the power of love.
It is destiny.
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
middle east rain storm
Isis with umbrellas
listening for drones
5/7/5 senryu
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
~^~
he was once the king
hanging on a paneled wall
Elvis on velvet

~^~
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
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long beautiful legs
sidewalk wind blows her white dress
the seven year itch

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Marilyn Monroe
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
This     heart                          was once solid
Gold and steadfast.               But now it’s empty and
solitaire.  This  heart,  even  though empty,  is  still pure
and shines as brightly as it ever has with values unchanged.
This heart stays tactile smooth and comfortable to hold. This
heart has a shape that will remain true and always will. Just it’s
center has been taken. This heart is hollow now, waiting to be
full, to be solid,  solid gold.  To be the solid gold heart. This
heart needs your help. This heart, as you can see, has no
chain to  support it.  To hold it.  To carry it. This  heart
couldn’t possibly join with chain in full complement
to engage your neck. This heart needs to share a
chain with other gems, bobbles & trinkets for
now. This heart is for all to see and  all to
know the story of the solid gold heart.
This heart, will serve as a reminder
of  how truly  remarkable  the
solid gold  heart is.  This
solid   gold   heart
belongs   to
you.
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
It is simply being at a still point, where silence speaks volumes.
Where guilt turns to tranquility and I can trust to risk
or risk to trust, either way, it doesn’t matter.
It is a matter of perspective, I can dare to dream,
of a Wondrous Journey and when I dream,
without fail,  I am greeted by Chaya,  
mystical Goddess of the shadow.
She reviles wisdom of the shadow.
in the shadows are rainbow colors.
She brings forth, essence of Black.
For background and contrast.
Then magically splashes
the essence of Green,
and everything

GLOWWS ! ! !


My little Chimera steps out from behind a giant fern
and holds my hand, in anticipation of the journey.
Chaya holds a finger to her lips and says,
“The Whisper sunset is near” I am Red.
Again she raises a finger to her lips,
“Listen for the Whisper - Twilight
The Dream Catcher,
it is what makes
the magic fun
and fancy.

Angel’s Breath and Dragon Tears,”
Chaya explains while
Scintilla the Necromancer
dances along the creek ,
and she SPARKLES.
A giant bumblebee
hovers to watch
SO SURREAL

Then everything just bursts and fades into the mist.
What happened to the magic? Where is Chaya?
"Chaya went into the eye of the storm"
The voice from within says
“Where is Scintilla?” We ask
  “Scintilla dances in heaven now”
The voice within echoes
The Wondrous Journey
is over,‘til twilight
tomorrow when
I DARE TO
DREAM
WARNER BAXTER May 2015
C rayola made these color sticks to be bought and sold
R oses red, blossoms bloom,  garden flowers do unfold
A zure seas,  oceans blue,  emerald waters are so cold
Y ellow & pink, orange & blue, sunset shades to behold
O ranges, apples, lemons, limes, fruit stand colors bold
N ieces, nephews, Moms and Dads fun for young & old
S ilver, blue &  gold, these are colors of the sky I'm told
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