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Their erotic words that day laid into
me.
Her oar propelled,
repeat - Her oar propelled
me into orgasmic collaboration,
Their erotic words that day laid into
me with a sequence that encodes a
gene’s instructions.
The one,
in her spark
of unexpected
emotion looked
at me with the vocabulary
of lust, the other one mined
my behavior strategy from the
intoxicating ripples refracting from
my Pussy, both paddled me tired and
red-bashed for hours, floating my gifted
ass to ethereal paradise, from earth to
heaven, with their follow-up question, “do
you climax all that is - do you?”
And all of me
shimmered like
quicksilver mercury
that mimics coursing
water…“I have a dream
that the oar has slept here
for 2,000 years, so yes, I climax
all that is” …their oar lying still on
my heated, red-bashed ass…blanketing
my slumber,
And the mysteries
that surround this life
will never be completely
resolved, but they know
water,
air,
earth,
fire,
and spirit,
The one looked
at me with ancient
desire, read me like
scripture of those sacred
times of fire and crosses, the
other one whispered to me with
a passion of a sexual fugitive looking
for a new personality; what metaphors
should our readers take? What are ancient
women to do? She paddled me with her oar,
she paddled me with her oar…
Copyright 8/2/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
8/5/2009 |
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And all of me
shimmered like
quicksilver mercury
that mimics coursing
water
These are my favorite lines, they are richly earthly and mystic at once! Great storytelling that comes alive. You are unique and talented Sage. |
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
8/2/2009 |
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OMG, Sage, paddling my red canoe on a nearby lake was never like this!
Your phrasing is exotic and erotic and steeped with just a touch of ego: "...floating my gifted ass to ethereal paradise..." Not that I doubt, of course. I'm simply confessing my lack of personal knowledge.
"She Paddled Me With Her Oar" tripped along gleefully to the wonderful and oh-so-appropriate background music.
I'm glad I didn't miss this one or I'd have been up the creek without... Well, you know how the saying goes.
With honest affection and respect,
Richard |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/2/2009 |
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I tell you, dear Sage, that you and your vocabulary of lust
leave me up the creek (so to speak) without a paddle. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/2/2009 |
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This gives me the impression that I am floating on water. Once again you have outdone yourself with your unique style and, if I may respectfully "say," your ability and willingnes to take risks. Love and best wishes to you from your friend in B.C., Canada,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
8/2/2009 |
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| there is a depth here which goes deeper than the sensual - love that element in your writing! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/2/2009 |
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This has a rhythmic feel to it; very nice, Sage! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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