Sage Sweetwater bringing the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
To get to your turf labyrinth is my focus, my heartbeat quiets, the Andromeda Galaxy...and I must point this out, is an S-shaped warp in a cross-section view, the spiral arms are outlined and resemble beads on a string, what does this say?
passion jumps time zones, the waxing and waning influence of the phases of the moon, my fingers walk to your centeredness, your labyrinth, so unlike a maze, no trick corners or blind alleys, no dead-ends or cul-de-sacs, but a perfect path that leads me in and back out, my decision to enter, you allow, for you know it is an archetype of wholeness and you let me experience it for myself, f*** you in the very core that dates back several centuries to the Age of Enlightenment,
your turf labyrinth is a powerful tool of sensual meditation, Purgation, Illumination, and Union, I experience such emotion here, my finger pushes back in for more knowledge, it has led me to find your emotion, and emotion it is...extraordinary sensual experience...
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.
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
During the 1960's a young soldier struggles with basic training, a bully sergeant and his own inner demons. A tale of struggle, redemption and survival.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
peace,
carolyn