Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
a fallen tree decays,
returns its organic matter
to the soil, I finished burnishing
a bronze plaque, Landslide - it
was a Truth I'd known all along, the
complexity of relationships, I took one
last look at this place, I will never look
then came horse
logging and Mennonite
farms, I now share the
mountain roads with you,
spectacular lavender shooting
stars, purple lupine, I reached
down and dipped into your moisture,
finger-fucked you, the lumberjacks in
the background, stalwart woodsmen
who cling to the time-honored way of
logging, "Gee...haw...Sage listen to the
owl." In the foreground, you straddled
me like a bundle of logs, fucked me this
way for one stack for firewood, that way
for fence posts and poles,
I am so wet, fir, spruce,
and pine - it's four S's -
Sunup, Sundown, Sundays,
and pitch oozes from Sage,
your sensual ability to fell my
timber efficiently, my orgasm
simultaneously peaks with owl's
night song when you go down on
me, whiffing the fragrance, spongy
chartreuse moss, clusters of vertical
slit, pink-tan mushrooms - you eased
your tongue into my pussy, rain fell, the
softness, mellowness of this forest - we
soaked up its transcendent peace, lavender
shooting stars in the horizon, the night brook
chatters - to really know me, is to take my
trails - I permit you to do me a prescribed
burn, set fire on me in every direction - what
about now - my tinder has reached an explosive
"Gee...haw...Sage listen to the
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|You write with such imagery...such passion...you, dear lady, are one of a kind.|
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|'Gee...haw...Sage listen to the owl'. That's so atmospheric. The vocabulary is always advanced. Cheers|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Beautfiul writing as always sweet lady...Hugssss|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Intense always Sage in beauty and passion. Artistic and compelling, you always take us there in your incredible way of painting images and creating ambience.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful visuals, Sage; very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
What a beautifully imaged scene you unfold before the eyes: well done! A wonderful display of talent and passion. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Look to the skies Aug. 12, the Perseids are supposed to be spectacular!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a deeply felt write-you are a talent-your writing interweaves historic pieces along with such incredible passion-|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Passionate writing breeds more passion and inspiration...fodder for the Gods and Goddesses who have made us unique in artistic endeavors. Beautiful work, Sage|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|All three before me have voiced my thoughts Sage, RC said it well your work will be remembered for the superb way you describe your inner flame that is the essence of your passions.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Richard has put his finger on the . . . Ooops! . . . Pulse, which he has an uncanny way of doing . . . When you construct something, poetry, short stories, etc., you do it with a flair which is unequaled . . . Unequaled you listening to me . . ."Lavender Shooting Stars" just the latest . . . Gotta love it . . .|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|History will always remember you as a poet/writer Sage - not a firebrand lesbian. Your ability to 'cut to the chase' and put a finger on what your muse is moaning through you is extraordinary. Blessings ...
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Such an incredibly deep metaphoric experience here Sage as nature and woman collide...compare...contrast in your imagery as thick as the mountain mist and lush as the valleys. Even in comment it's hard for me to stray far from the dual metaphors. Your creativity cloaked me in the scene and the lesson is learned. Wonderful work Sage..this one screams from the heart and heart of land.