Drawn To Her Red Flame
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Sage Sweetwater
Saturday, January 28, 2006
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Drawn To Her Red Flame
Meltdown.
I am drawn
to her flame,
entering the
universe of
her sexual fire.
I put red flame
to votive candles,
chant before her
and Gaia's altar,
prepare her for
butter lamp.
Sawtooth piece
of wick, match,
sulphur strike,
I light your
butter lamp.
Heap barley on it,
sprinkle vermilion
powder and tip it
on a red cushion,
raise your hips
please.
You're hot!
Melting butter.
Red flame is
insane with a
flaming hot
desire only
the like-minded
can touch.
Melted, spilling
your butter, pouring
it over it.
Lotus shape, then
conch shape,
and then...baby
you're hooked
shape!
I am the keeper
of her flame,
intent on capturing
her erotic flicker in
3-D, which I have!
The tips of her
flame are sharp.
My ability to deliver
her authentic flame
lets us explore her
red emotions,
those are molten butter
felt.
Placed near her
stone bowl,
oblong quartz
wrapped in red
cloth, I insert,
torch your butter
lamp, ignite the
flaming walls of
your woman temple.
Eye catcher and
butter melter,
you are so under
the influence of
this artist's flame.
Do Not shy away
from the red flame
because the overall
theme ignites itself
in controversy.
A moment of the
fire in our relationship.
I will not abandon you
uneaten.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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| Reviewed by Only A Poet |
1/30/2006 |
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| almost too hot to handle Ms.Sage, jalepeno pepper hot! |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/29/2006 |
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I like the way Nordette reacted. 'Nuff said. Thank you, Sage. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
1/29/2006 |
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Read, ...hot.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
1/29/2006 |
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| Sage, huh? You sure your name isn't Cayenne? LOL. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
1/29/2006 |
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| Looks like you, me and Jude are busy in the kitchen today, Sage... though I have drawn the short straw of dealing with the debris (my post later!!): the lot of the sous-chef, I take it?? Dearie me...!! All this collective consciousness gets more and more strange... But this has all the sensual and erotic qualities of even the WORD Vesuvius and has pretty much the same effect on the organs the Artist is aiming to capture. Visual makes me think of placenta, for some reason which, indeed, some DO eat of course... though that thought didn't appeal to me after my couple of childbirths I have to say... Burning molten this surely is and has all the energy and excitement of popcorn! I'll just grab a bag and sit and watch the Fire-eaters at work in that case.... :)) LOL Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Chrissy McVay |
1/29/2006 |
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| another 'flaming' poem |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
1/29/2006 |
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| Hot! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/29/2006 |
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this red flame burns brightly and must be delightfully consumed ...
hot & passionate, Sage ...
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
1/29/2006 |
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I totally agree with Aleja below Sage !
Very sensuous and compassionate piece, that brings the Red Flame to the fore !
This is a bewitching and bewildering range of colors,emotions and senses delivered with great flair and imagination.
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| Reviewed by Jena Ayro |
1/29/2006 |
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Felt sure that what ever U
wrote would be expected and
moveing as ever, except this
is beyond even that she says
with her quivering thighs
It has a taste of deliberate
and forcefully soft, deep desires,
made to wisk her composed self
to be taken, red and melting
With U'r driveing quartz upon
her heated bowl and melted lamp,
as her hips rise to great all of
her anticipations
U touch, spill, pour U'r hot
flame, that shes been wanting of U,
heating her elevated temple walls
to a pitch of molton liquid
Awaiting the eye to eye gneista
to push her blissful rapture, to
then meeting U'r rageing and eager
imbibed lips
Wonderful write Sage
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| Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed |
1/28/2006 |
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Dare we give up butter? I certainly hope not!
blessin's Sis Sage,
cynth'ya |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/28/2006 |
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| Red flame as exciting as a volcanic eruption, which you do a good job of causing Sage!;-) Excellent work.... |
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| Reviewed by Aleja Bennett |
1/28/2006 |
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| How sensuous, compassionate, loving and affectionate. Intense and on fire! |
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