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Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...
ran out
of wood
for my stove,
they all bought
silk nightshirts with
gold buttons, I bought
whiskey and clove,
she came upon
me riding a claybank,
I was looking for twigs in
the grass, she was Ace-high,
firstclass,
the dun
she rode had
a burlap bag of
tumbleweeds riding
high over her haunches
transported all the way from
out West New Mexico, prostitution
had been outlawed, saloons were slow,
"Bear sign," she said,
I knew what she was asking,
an Old West term for donuts, she
was hungry, so was I,
"ran out
of wood
for my stove,
they all bought
silk nightshirts with
gold buttons, I bought
whiskey and clove," I pointed
to the whores across the row,
"I'll bend an
elbow," she smiled,
"no church, no preacher's
show,"
jar threads
to the top fill,
I poured her a
Mason of whiskey,
"You don't go to the
gospel mill?"
she was as
hot as a whorehouse
on nickel night, she was
someone to ride the river
with at first light, I could tell,
reliable, no fright,
"don't care a
continental," she
said, in other words,
she didn't give a damn,
"give me another snort of
that Oh-be-joyful" -
she was Simon pure,
the real thing, gave her
a blanket and my bed, I
took the cot,
she woke
me on fire, hot,
her mouth on mine,
whispering, "I have the
lumber mill, take all the
wood I've got,"
we fucked like
slow-growing pine,
going through the mill,
it was a time when pussy
gained experience, often the
hard way...the tumbleweeds blew
her in the right direction, between my
thighs, whiskey and clove...
I...
Copyright 7/18/2008 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
9/2/2008 |
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Oooooooooooh, SWEET!
Such an erotic write Sage!
HOt as a whorehouse on nickel night, you couldn't have said it any better! I love this time and place, I know I've been there!
don't care a continental, never that and don't think I will again....
and the gospel mill, eVERYTHING just comes into view!
What a view you show, in characters as lively as their writer!
I enjoyed!
WRITE-ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Soulful Sheexooo
STay POistive! I'm reading oldies, cuz I've missed so much! With me writing and less reading, so now I'm doing my fillin'- YOU always Amaze me with your crafty writing erotic style! and word usage! God damn...
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
7/28/2008 |
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| Darn it all. Another great write of erotica and wild west and tumbleweeds, whiskey and clove done wrapped it all up in a pretty present and presented to us all. Love it. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Michael Guy |
7/27/2008 |
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pretty classic dialogue - even without the lesbian references you can tell a great novelist is at work here. A chapter a poem is what you get with you, something well-honed like finely whittled woodwork, and great memorable character speak like: ""don't care a
continental," she
said, in other words,
she didn't give a damn,
a pleasure to see an artist draw like this,
love & later, michael
"give me another snort of
that Oh-be-joyful" - |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
7/25/2008 |
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packing whiskey and clove; so why bother with twigs in the grass! ;-)
another magical ride, sage.
always a pleasure!
be well,
carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
7/25/2008 |
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| Darlin Sage, I increasingly hear Phil Lynott's grinding yet smooth lyrical tones whenever I visit your page: whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the jar-o! There's some smokin, wood-burnin passion in this yet also a succulent gentleness that would make anyone's thighs tendersweetly cured, methinks. It's the compassion that touches me most especially in this ballad: just ADORE the juicy rhymes and repetitions that carry the current of the story on through... and that final stanza bends my insides like a breezeblown sapling. All the willowy Scots Pines that grow along the banks of the beautiful Beaulieu River in my native Dorset to you, Hon... in the company of the athletic tanned limbs of Miss Joan Hunter Dunn! shuttleKoK Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
7/23/2008 |
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| i love the way you write. your word choice is so fantastic and creates just the right scene you are trying to convey-always a joy to read, Sage. |
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| Reviewed by Sandi Schraut |
7/22/2008 |
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| omigosh now that woke me up!!! terrific! Sandi |
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| Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader) |
7/22/2008 |
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| I'd say, you're one hot fox my dear! Love Holly |
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| Reviewed by Don Juan Amante |
7/22/2008 |
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| i'd like to bend an elbow with you some day Ms. Sage, no beer just strong whiskey, and listen to your stories in person. i learn from you and bow to your talent. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
7/21/2008 |
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| I look forward to reading each of your new writes Sage because it gives me a chance to visit a place and time I've always wanted to. Nickle night at a whorehouse made me smile, I used that same phrase in one of my chapters of the novel I'm working on, good to know it's really authentic because if Sage writes it it's authentic! This is a very energetic and real poem. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
7/20/2008 |
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| Your poetic stories explode off the page Sage!;-)...ET |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
7/20/2008 |
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THIS is what I called erotica with a great storytelling technique and imageries. People who want to write erotica need to know what the word "Erotica" means. Your poetry has storyline, imageries spices with the raw desires and beauties.
Love your write every time!
Sandie Angel :o)
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| Reviewed by Chrissy McVay |
7/20/2008 |
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You continue to write the wonderful 'gritty' style prose with old west flavor and much deeper meanings...
Chrissy |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/19/2008 |
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Unique style. Hard to add to what my friend Vickie expressed. Good stuff, Sage. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
7/19/2008 |
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"she was Simon pure,
the real thing, gave her
a blanket and my bed, I
took the cot,
she woke
me on fire, hot,
her mouth on mine,
whispering, "I have the
lumber mill, take all the
wood I've got,"
Slammin Hawt Dayam!!
This Page In On FY'Yaaa.....
You Keep The Poetic Torch Blazin Sage
Much Love & Hot Whiskey Brews For You!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
7/19/2008 |
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Pretty erotic and intensely seductive..Nice write!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Theresa Koch |
7/18/2008 |
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| Fabulous imagery lady~ |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
7/18/2008 |
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"Hot as a whorehouse on nickel night" - and that's what this is, hot!
and with dash and verve. Great great writing.
John |
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| Reviewed by Leysa Lowery |
7/18/2008 |
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| Descriptive, yet lyrical -- you tell a story that's down home, yet erotic at the same time. Well penned! |
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
7/18/2008 |
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Oh, my, the passion here is like panning for gold and coming up richer than Rockefeller!
The imagery makes my eyes bulge and my pants grow tight.
Super job! (Again.)
Richard
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
7/18/2008 |
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Sage,
Wow. Undone by the beauty of your imagery - that last stanza - WOAH! Excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
7/18/2008 |
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| as i read i am taken captivr by the sights, smells and feel of the time--wonderful, provokative-raw--i love it! |
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| Reviewed by Susan Sonnen (Reader) |
7/18/2008 |
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| wow! |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
7/18/2008 |
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As always when Sage writes the rest of us pull up a chair to that old potbelly stove shove our hands down our pants and listen for we know we are always in for a hot treat.
Well done,
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
7/18/2008 |
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Well, Sage, it appears that all good things come to those
who lie and wait. You wield one prodigious bad-ass pen.
-gene. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
7/18/2008 |
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Classic Sage; ain't nobody who can write like you! You are definitely one of a kind; brava!
(((HUGS))) and mcuh love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Dalton James |
7/18/2008 |
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| Some mighty fine writin, Little Lady! Enjoyed. DJ |
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