Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
banjo strings in
her jelly cupboard,
whiskey in my canning
jar, "A creek is superior
to a sauna in its liberating
influence, Vivienne," I coax,
gazing at her from across the
drop-leaf oak table, she's not
paying any attention to me, she's
mind-fucking her herb-drying rack
above the hearth, "I'd really prefer you
to be more painterly," she tells the sage,
"I'm not gay," but she is speaking to me!
her herb drawings are
for teaching purpose, she's
disturbed that tomorrow's youth
will never see a simple harvest,
a haystack, or sleep in a barn,
raw passion attacks
me, I want you whiskey
fire in my pussy that is more
painterly, I pour another, her
girlfriend walks through the door,
the one who has a burrow in the earth,
she throws water over heated stones to
vaporize (air) Viv,
fuck me, Viv, a
hermit pagan lesbian (spirit)
who connects to the Nines, the
Nine of Pentacles, I am taking
you to the straw inn, Viv, to the
barn to retreat, B & B, original
hardware punctuates the barn door
built in the 18th century bed and barn,
her girlfriend's not
paying any attention
to me, she takes the
sage from the herb-drying
rack, "your eyes are bloodshot,
sage," she is speaking to me!
the ceiling's drying hooks let out
their curve and go straight, the dried
herbs fall on the wide-plank pine board
floor, the ceiling's drying hooks put back
in their lesbian curve and hang my alchemist
the tarot card and
the straw floats on the
water in Banjo Creek, the
whiskey (fire) pours from the
canning jar, the (water) flows,
my foot in Banjo Creek, "I'd really
prefer to be more gay," Vivienne says,
she is speaking to me, my alchemist's lab
coat floats, we go down Banjo Creek...ripples,
tongue circling around the moss (earth), carving
orgasm in the granite, natural rhythms, awake the
banjo strings - silent from a year's nap - keeping
her in the current...
clean the lenses of my binoculars,
watch it...I am a voyeur...in time, she
renews herself...neither time nor seasons
can change my feelings, mezmerized by
Banjo Creek, watching the water run over
her, getting her rocks off...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Evolving our Vision...Up The Creek With The Paddle!
THE BUCKSKIN SKIRT OAR TRAVELER
FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA
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|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Reviewed by Butch Howard
|Wow, thanks for letting me watch, Sage! You know how to stir up the senses and pull on those banjo strings just right! You are turning me into a voyeur!
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|You know how to create a scene and bring characters screaming into life Sage.
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|I enjoyed this little trip down "Banjo Creek"
A great ride. ;)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|banjo creek brings out the voyeur in all of us ... (and without the binoculars ;)|
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|BANJO CREEK: A powerfully metaphysical, metaphorical, and meta-amazing write!
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|Hi Sage -love that Banjo boogie - the characters in this poem live, the banjo always reminds me of that ol' filum, you know...acoustic guitar, banjo, bridge, river - this is good wholesome poem, Empressed! :o) Nicky x|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Excellent write, Sage; as always, very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I'm not the voyeristic type, but I there for every single moment. Well done!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|How much whiskey is in that canning jar, again?
That's so southern. Do you know how many bubbas carry around their canning jars?
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|There is such "flavor" and substance to your poetry, Sage; thank you for sharing it. Love, peace, and blessings to you,