Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
ankh is the keylike shape in which opens you to me, sexual hieroglyphics, alchemical pussy, the taste of copper coats my palate, anebriated on your archaeopteryx fossil, Dinosaur into Bird, looking at your sex through red-cyan glasses, I see pussy in museum grade 3D,
mediaeval metallurgy, sexual chemistry, burning, it is surely fire! Heralding the Bronze Age, you give rise to my clitoral alloy, spilling from the Grail, Elixir of Life, an Ether in the Air breathing life into women's sex, philosophy and mysticism,
oil of sulfur ignites, liberated by flammable material, sexual heat, our f***ing is a catalyst for thinking in the Renaissance, transformation and the Philosopher's Stone, alchemical pussy, the taste of copper coats my palate...
For some reason this gave me a bad taste in my mouth...LOL!
But what do I know? I enjoy reading your work for it enhances abilities I dare not, nor desire...but I am intrigued in that your sensual female, with female, creates my muse for thoughts on such, while delving into the taboo, or the overflow needed to bring a heightened emotion for any future pazzaz I might endeavor!
Glad to see you here...in the reciprocating end, I enjoy the reviews just as much...Well, maybe not AS much...:)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Hi Sage - i really enjoyed this one, a molten hot lava write, brilliantly written i think - like repeat of the line 'the
taste of copper coats my palate...' very musical; erotic, female herstorical tour and i am in ore! Nicky x
The Properties of Metal (She is a Metal Woman)
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=167877
Sage, what can I say. Your piece expresses a raw passion that can only come from a free spirit who burns to explode the myths and pathos of a life heretofore hidden by taboos too to be of value.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2007
I have missed commenting on your work,hope you are ok..Enjoyed..Hugssssssssss
PHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!! Have been holdin me breath far too long on your page, Darlin, with your request to hold fire... But this IS something else... More than Carling Black Label, this DEFINITELY hits spots that the airborne fecund female hasn't even yet discovered, let alone applied her mind and hormones to... Between you and Larry beneath me (oops...), think I've just keeled over from the fumes of some Deep Earth Laboratory somewhere... but then, I AM Taurean...
Found this mention of a love potion on the net.
Magic wheel, draw that man to my house.
Delphis lost this, the fringe of his cloak. I now shred it and throw it in the wild fire. Ai ai, painful Desire, why have you drunk the black blood from my flesh, all of it, like a marsh leech stuck to me?
Alexandria, 3rd cent. B.C. (Theocritus, Idyll 2, exc. G)
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But what do I know? I enjoy reading your work for it enhances abilities I dare not, nor desire...but I am intrigued in that your sensual female, with female, creates my muse for thoughts on such, while delving into the taboo, or the overflow needed to bring a heightened emotion for any future pazzaz I might endeavor!
Glad to see you here...in the reciprocating end, I enjoy the reviews just as much...Well, maybe not AS much...:)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
peace, poetess,
carolyn
taste of copper coats my palate...' very musical; erotic, female herstorical tour and i am in ore! Nicky x
The Properties of Metal (She is a Metal Woman)
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=167877
Magic wheel, draw that man to my house.
Delphis lost this, the fringe of his cloak. I now shred it and throw it in the wild fire. Ai ai, painful Desire, why have you drunk the black blood from my flesh, all of it, like a marsh leech stuck to me?
Alexandria, 3rd cent. B.C. (Theocritus, Idyll 2, exc. G)