Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
hounds hit a strong-scent line, the fox moved well, you were mounted on your famous jumper Brigit Spooner, racing to the abbey for a nooner,
I, it was, up ahead, not unseated during the run, on to Naked Hill I run, near to Fernworthy, the scent of you in fervent bloom, you know every inch of this moor, rich green turf gave way to black oozing bog, Cranmere pool was drained, considered a danger to women in lust, held tight the life-giving reins to my bust, lesbianism not feigned, this scene captured in heather on the post-card I sent to you a week before, "Dearest rider of Brigit Spooner, f*** me at nooner, the mead keg at the abbey!"
the peat cutters moved aside, women in lust are yielded to, I arrived first astride, my loins on fire going through the abbey gates, dismounted, my palate and groin salivate, pre-masturbate, get here quick! fortified wine, honey, pears, rider of Brigit Spooner's pungent elderflower, the smell and taste of you lingers in the room, inside her, the Abbot calls it Tavistock Cider,
hounds hit a strong-scent line, the fox moved well, you were mounted on your famous jumper Brigit Spooner, racing to the abbey for a nooner...
Sage Sweetwater has closed her poetry board for reviews on Authors Den. Please feel free to read Sage's poetry, but she asks that her readers leave no reviews. Thank you to all of you who have been generous and left reviews for Sage Sweetwater since July 2005. Thank you.
Rumors flying that Sage Sweetwater is leaving Authors Den. No she is not. She is in good standing and she intends to keep it that way. Thank you.
First of all, I love that music! Doesn't it just call me home. Had to replay it. You have a note that you do not want reviews. Why not? Your verse is ribald but those who might be offended should not read. They can go home weeping to mama. I love the way you handle the topic, and I can feel the thrust of emotional/physical longing. Well done! Write on!
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
Blessed Be!
Ted
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