Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...
....the entire sky, pink, labial fire link...Rorschach spitting blot of ink, vagina blazes hot, salt lick draws the moose, sow grizzly bolting in the brush, the wolf, sage to the crosshairs, wise to the noose, lust is on the loose, forest on fire, heat coming from your bush...
...My face camouflaged, "I know how to do this,"...oral lesbian kiss...my tongue carved from caribou bone, the round, serrated top skinning your little woman in a boat from decades of hibernation...working you in tandem, between finger and thumb masturbation...
...I drink from the source, split your labia the width between the eyes of my horse...orgasm...your triangle mane quivering in the wind, this won't be a tale where I return with a canoe full of bled meat...river runs wide, swelled with headwater, my tongue carving you out, opening it up for the spring bald eagles to feast on the glistening runs of smelt...I know it from memory, tell you how it felt, trading runs by dogsled, fucked you on a clairvoyant moose-hide bed, the rack and cape of the caribou shapeshifter...
...Smoke on the water, Sacajawea Dives!...
...Shoshone, her wife Otter Woman, Sacajawea dives, her name means "boat pusher," fur for fur trader, rocks Otter Woman's littlewomanin a boat, just look at "its" elongated shape...smoke on the water!...
...Not wrapped in waterproof packaging, Sacajawea and Otter Woman take a tributary to Beaverhead River unlike any Shoshone oral tradition, to get to the mountains where their womankind live...
...capsized pleasure, Otter Woman spills...Sacajawea dives to retrieve valuable stories and instruments which floated out of Otter Woman's boat...smoke on the water!...
...Met up with guide Old Toby, but they had already been through the mountains, they go down to Nez Perce country, resume Beaverhead travel, recorded in the diaries because of the significance of womanly expedition...
...Sacajawea and Otter Woman return to the Dakotas, the age-old homophobic rifles echo, she rocks Otter Woman's little woman in a boat, smoke on the water, Sacajawea dives!...
...I drink from the source, split your labia the width between the eyes of my horse...orgasm...your triangle mane quivering in the wind, this won't be a tale where I return with a canoe full of bled meat...river runs wide, swelled with headwater, my tongue carving you out, opening it up for the spring bald eagles to feast on the glistening runs of smelt...I know it from memory, tell you how it felt, trading runs by dogsled, fucked you on a clairvoyant moose-hide bed, the rack and cape of the caribou shapeshifter...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
