Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
I saw your sheets
hanging above the top
strand of barbed-wire,
on the clothesline rope
high above, wondering if
you were at all line-drying
your lesbian tendencies, me
thinking these things were made
to be fucked on by two women,
the green lacewings and the black-wing
damselfly luring the cabbage butterfly away
from your garden,
I don't do sheets,
I lie upon blankets,
but this passionate
voyeur encounter witnesses
a surge of renewed appreciation
for bedsheets, while you weren't
looking, I tossed down some sweet
pea seeds a Sicilian monk sent to me
in 1699, he said they would see two
centuries of improvement by hybridizers
before America discovered them in the
that evocative perfume,
I smell when I tongue-divide
your pussy lips that wet a palette
from pink, salmon, and red to lavender,
I sniff you, a whisper, barely audible,
"it excites passion, Sage"...
the old-fashioned sweet pea, I have
you climbing wild! Over an eight-foot
trellis...look at your sheets line-drying
your lesbian tendencies...you've got the
hang of it...blowing in the breeze, a soft
breath from another time, during the Middle
Ages, gardners equated the scent with nirvana...
as you lay out the bed, imagine the perfume it
exudes...blooms after dark, midnight reliant on
nocturnal pollinators, masturbators, coming so
strong, I Saw Your Sheets Hanging...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Evolving our Vision...
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|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|...I knew that was you
I stood still to feel the wind embrace me
as I do every time I hang my linens
the trees speak highly of you
and the wild berries...well they can hardley
wait to be plucked and savored
Love & The Songs of The Wren
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|I don't think I have ever read poetry that captures such imagery as yours...and the sense of emotion...beautiful.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This sensual creation leaves me reeling, Sage. Thank you. Blessings to you,
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|This is very beautiful Sage. The scenery of the sheets, the thoughts they bring to mind, that these sheets were made to lie on by two women. This is so provocatively sensual Sage, and I agree with Butch, "in that you explore the beauty of human intimacy between lovers." Thank you so much for sharing these wonderful thoughts about bed sheets drying on a clothesline.
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)))))))))), sister Barbie
|Reviewed by Butch Howard
|Thank you, Sage for sharing your personal intimate insights with all of us, men and women, in your poetry. I enjoy reading your work and gaining insight into lesbian intimacy and relationships as well as your poetic creativity. I read your poetry in a broader sense, in that you explore the beauty of human intimacy between lovers. Although your work is specifically about interactions between two women, it think it can apply to and be enjoyed by heterosexuals as well, and by the reviews I have read on your work from both sexes, I believe I'm correct. Thanks again for sharing your wonderful talent with all of us!
Your friend and fan, Semper Fidelis
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|a brilliant write, sage; one that stimulates ALL the senses! no one illuminates humanity's sensual-spiritual nature more insightfully & creatively than you, dear poetess... gotta love those wonderfully fragrant sweetpeas, too ;-)!
peace and blessings,
|Reviewed by Jackie Coupe
|If a man were to live 1000 years he would only get a glimpse of what women see, smell and taste during sex.
It's not about divides in sex, its about divides in mindsets and how we each use the gifts given to us by each other.
This excites me because in knowing, I understand...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|You're telling me the olfactory senses of taste and smell are the most sensual of all, and primevally linked in the deepest recesses of memory. They store and unlock EVERYTHING. Can really get into this one... that rambling sweet pea, it's look of appealing innocence and fragility yet has the most erotic scent that is so difficult to simulate and pin down - like bluebell. I love the hallowed atmosphere that you create with the monastic lifestyle and garden. The most meditative and contemplative people of deep faith realise that it is the poets and the lovers who understand ALL the nouances of how the universe hangs together in love... each and every expression of it. This poem can be deeply felt and oozes a peaceful tolerance, integration and holism. A nice sense of being "allowed to be".
... And I totally got off on your review of my corset write! Spot on!
Blessed Be Blessed, Darlin xoxoxo love Kate xx
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Sage you capture not only images but emotions and histories to perfection in your verses.|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|This is poetic genius in my book...you have captured those emotions so well within the beautiful lines.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|I have a lot of trouble with sexual deviation Sage - but I do not have trouble with your obvious skill in communicating your soul and passionate grasp of life, and what affects you.
Blessings in fullest measure ...
|Reviewed by jude forese
|you never cease to amaze me with your originality both conceptually as well as poetically ...|
|Reviewed by HB Clayton
|Excellent write sage! Vivid and amazing. - HB|
|Reviewed by George Thompson
|Good write, Sage, with lots of vivid imagery. Keep them coming.