Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...


at the head of
the bed, two drinking
horns, a crock of red wine, 
I never stepped across the line,
addicted to hawking, with the falconess's
gauntlet, I cover the clock,

drinking the first
distillation of you, I
scyth as much wild grass
as I can in the next hours,
oath of the Acorn Oracles,
we prepared, 19th century of
laying the fleece in the stream to
capture bits of gold, our quill be
told,

Jason built the boat,
the Argo, Colchis float,
a golden fleece hung on an
oak tree, the serpent still never
sleeps, pack shotguns on Wells Fargo,
of course Jason never existed, invented
myth, but we are real, the serpent never
sleeps, they vow to take it from us,

Khati, a pagan deity
omnipresent, from the
late Bronze Age, you
and the sage determined
to keep your yayla, summer
pasture in the high mountains
of the Black Sea, your unspoiled
space, my atavistic hunger, I f***
you with raw sexual passion and the
reins of good manners in this hamlet
above timberline, where we come on
hoof, modest chalet of dark chestnut,
your soft triangle sweeping meadow,
yayla connotes everything good - horizons,
space, and peace...do you nostalgically recall
the smell of yayla?...

I...


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

Evolving our Vision...

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FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA

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