Norwegian Wood: Woman of Medano Creek
by
Sage Sweetwater
Monday, October 09, 2006
Rated "R" by the Author.
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the wind uncovered the Indian fire rings...Sloane met Woman of Medano Creek, apple, Beatles white on the inside, Rita Coolidge red on the outside,
two soft females grating their sex into the night like two ponderosa pines rubbing together, Woman of Medano Creek and Sloane, their curvy silhouettes falling onto the fabric of my tent, Norwegian Wood, I rubbed my ruged knob, the raven's distant cry only heightened the sense of climax, Shawnee women have their own notions of prosperity and sexual freedom,
Woman of Medano Creek and Sloane exemplified me to a challenge, I kind of like that because the voyeur surfaced in me and their currents of lovemaking allowed me to pull myself off at the pace of a museum stroll, stimulating me, tempting my exertion, coming hard, knowledge to me is the Rocky Mountain's greatest gift,
oblivious, I stepped from my tent, the mirage teasing me with lustful visions, I tipped my jerrican and doused myself with cold water, the Indian fire rings now circled with charcoal and bones,
in reality, there is no reason not to believe I, Sloane, did not fuck Woman of Medano Creek last eve, remnants of her tent stakes daring me to find my way down into the canyon,
I, Sloane, put my canoe into the water and joined the Colorado at the confluence, Norwegian Wood, paddled into late afternoon, a woman's shadow lengthened, the canyon rim flared red, then lavender, a woman motioning to me from atop Temptation Stone guided my heat, standing at the foot of her bedroll, her tent stakes daring me to find my way down, I kissed her ruged knob jumping flames from her charcoal softness below her navel fire ring, Woman of Medano Creek said, "the ore ran out at the turn of the century, I saved you a nugget, Sloane..."
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties http://home.earthlink.net/~sagesweetwater/ flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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| Reviewed by Jena Ayro |
8/9/2009 |
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Ah.. Regis pick the
most visually sensual
part of this write, as
Y have watched the
pines here doing
that as their moans
echo through the
fields.
Wonderful write
full of that which
wants that..
Within this rim of
heated softness lies
a nugget..
Hard with promise
firm of intention
expanding into your
tomorrows pocket
Waiting to be pulled
out with your own
hands ;-)
Thanks for the
read.
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| Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore |
4/23/2007 |
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| A beautiful, sensual write, as evocative and soulful as alway, Sages! |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/13/2006 |
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"two soft females grating
their sex into the night like
two ponderosa pines rubbing
together"
Sweet simile, Sage; and I love the whole poem as usual. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by kenny baez |
10/10/2006 |
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| Passionate and beguiling. Makes the loins stir with fire this poem of yours, sage. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/10/2006 |
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| the Woman of Medano Creek are excellent propsectors who within their tents have liberated the fire spirit within woman's soul, acknowledging the gift of knowledge from within nature and the rewards of sexual freedom from the gold within the heart ... |
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| Reviewed by Jena Ayro |
10/10/2006 |
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
10/9/2006 |
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Exquisite in composition, tone, mood, flexing and balance of balance, Sage.
I ended reading your piece with a great sense of peace, the ethereal rightness of essences to conjoin into 'all togetherness', whatever whither comes, brings me fortitude of the advancement of humanity.
Yours,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Mmoen |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
10/9/2006 |
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| Mighty nice to get a nugget for one nights hot sex...;) e |
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