Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
they took me off
the hot list, so I'm
at the hitchin' post,
razor straps and wild
oats, El Paso and Conchita
are memories, banished my titles,
tits and ass, tattoos and grass, I'm
walkin' into the saloon, my mind's sharp
as a lavender-handle razor, Marty Robbins
of next century, what they did to her didn't
even phase her,
threatened me with
literary starvation, I, Squaw
Dega put another quarter in
the jukebox of the next century,
freedom eagle-side up, bartender
Chief Tackerbow set the ink well
up all around, "On the House ladies
and gentlemen - woman can write of
my fans poured me
whiskey, my feather-quill
in my headband, Waylon and
Willie of the next century, the
Outlaw Spirit doesn't answer to
weary, the spirit of Patsy Cline Walkin'
After Midnight, bathing in the water trough
nuzzling with I, Squaw Dega's filly,
where the hell you
came from, the moon's
representative, I'll never
know, I took one look at you
and your mane of hair, woman
of the prairie, inspiration seeped
from between my moss-coated thighs,
we'd fuck, yea, there'd be pussy, I saw
your sheets hanging of the next century, I'd
bet my Indian Runes, razor straps and
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Evolving our Vision...
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|You fight the war and you win one battle at a time just to be shut down only to spring right back up. You go girl. Love your imagery. Liz|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your style always fascinates me, Sage. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Excellent imagery, excellent work as always, Sage.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|anything but literary stravation, please!
another brilliant write, sage.
peace and blessings always,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Always ahead of the crowd Sage! Your brilliance sparkles and dazzles the shadows...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|You're a visionary, Sage, and no mistake... Hold fast to what you KNOW to be coming... like Bob Dylan's slow train... It'll all come out in the wash... I believe in you... Love, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Sassy! Bold! A tempting invitation, Sage: well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Oh my, excellent writing sweet lady...Hugssss|
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|The imagery in this one is strong and riotous. It's intriguing.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|"put another nickle in,
in the nickleodeon."
Sage this is sweet combining the past and present with country legends and lesbian sensual erotic pleasures. I like this. Thanks.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
|Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels
There lay a seed, his name Medgar,
I watched him grow and push his stem above the ground,
“You need hope,”
“Be a voice,” he said.
“Be a voice with power,”
I took his advice and began to push myself towards the light
Another seed, her name Billie,
She sang about heartache,
Her emotion brought her to the light,
“I always sing good morning to my heartache,” she stated.
“Express your feelings,”
“It’s the only way heartache will fade away,”
She said while fixing the white rose in her hair.
I continued to push myself forward
The last seed his name Martin,
He had a dream and persuaded others to follow that dream,
This enabled him to see the light,
He had a purpose.
“Find your purpose in life,” He told me,
“Work, and be remembered,” He added.
“Dream for change,” That’s how I grew,
I thought of his speech and made one of my own
There were other seeds waiting to see the light,
I spoke with them too,
We conversed about way to help us all grow.
Just thought I’d share with you such a story,
Now everyone knows the origin of Black Roses
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|Nice one Sage - looked at the bamboo long enough for this one to appear, drawn like it were easy - perfect, and here's a couple of Cheers for you -some strong spirit, ice if you like - and love to you, Nicky xx|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Indeed Sage a wonderful saga mixed with the spirits of the greats of country past...love the many symbolisms reflected here and the strong sense of F_ _K Em
|Reviewed by Missy Cross
|"put another quarter in
the jukebox of the next century"...
I LOVE THIS!
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|good on you, bad girl [Sic]
|Reviewed by Winter Knight