Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
bells tied on your twin falcons, perched fat breasts inside your purple velvet blouse, a fall row of last year's harvest Sage lace, silvery-green, grain tucked in your cleavage, we f*** in the highland fields, your falcons desires, feed me, bells make it much easier for me, to find your falcons in the high grass, your whereabouts, I, my Lady, tranced upon your dinners, my ~tongue~ darting seductively swiping your falcons piercing ~eyes~ suck your nipples, pierced with brass bells, I attach a jess, thong, strips of leather, you're ringing at two pitches, scream and cry! I tie you from the leash at the block, flat-topped perch tapers, ends in a spike I drove into the ground, attach a swivel to the jess before I fly you off, regurgitate your pellet, come, *cast carry you ~off~ skyward, renaissance ~bliss~ spread, your knees bent, brace, leather straps loosen, hood ~kiss~ marching ~tongue~ Shakespeare wove falconry into his ~play~ so do I, with a turkey leg, drumming up a ~f***~ in the meadow, bury the ~bone~ training you with the middle ~finger~ on my gauntlet, I, with erect hood, lure, you conditioned to ~meat~ tied to it, ~come~ get it....
Wonderfully sustained imagery and metaphor, Sage, and the throb of it, to me, was just like the swirling lasso of the lure being swung over the falconer's head. Could feel the cut and the thrust of the wind as I read this. Ripping flesh. Blood-straked leather and seasoned, sweat-drenched Shakespearian clothing. And smell the ferrous smell of raw flesh... TY Kate xx
Hi Sage -this is a very interesting one poem of yours! ...a falconer's voice, there is an echo of shakespeare for sure - You're Ringing at Two Pitches: Scream and Cry! is hot and very clever - excellent poetry, nicky x
You never make me cease to recall what I felt like when I wrote "Wish." Also, you always "teach" something somehow fresh and new. Thank you, Sage. I love you too. Be well all ways,
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D