Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
The firebrand bringing you her poetry adaptation from Rudyard Kipling's "By the Hoof of the Wild Goat" from a feminist standpoint with a lavender toehold on the wild rocky ledge...
she dances intimate, the raw wonder where mountain men trapped, miners dug, and loggers chopped, her sandstone cliff a natural ampitheatre, up to her goat's beard dripping in scarlet gilia, wild flower firecracker flares, she's in heat, a wild she-goat's hoof dance at the tarn, a small mountain lake formed by a glacier, she yields to the rasp of wind and water,
I set up my tripod, a close-up view of her delicate goat's beard, my viewfinder insane on purple locoweed, she sends me a randy hoof of earth and I know she's not bluffing on this bluff, by fate ordained a wild she-goat's hoof dance at the tarn was predestined, an omen, not a curse, slow, slow, quick, quick, slow
without sin, I toss her a sock of spirits off my wild hoof, a pool of liquid sunshine inside, cinnamon brandy, Jupiter's fire uptosses her goat's beard, sizzling, she plunges into the tarn to regather her stance and composure, daylight is lost, she fell hard, head over hoofs, pussy, and not alone, she floats from the light of the moon,
"As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled
Once, twice and again! Feet in the Jungle that leave no mark! Eyes that can see in the dark - the dark! Tongue - give tongue to it! Hark! O hark!
Once, twice and again!" (copyright 1927 The Jungle Book Rudyard Kipling)
the silken goat's beard drying split-tail on the cliff, I snug the straps, lean against a pine tree and thrust, an artist exerting control over a medium, orgasm, mine, poetry, the rhythm has to be right, f***ing her goes beyond the literary scene, a wild she-goat's hoof dance at the tarn...
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.
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.
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.
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Elizabeth