Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
night black as coal, your thirst for me in the shoal, at the mercy of the wind, earlier in the day, the dandelion blew,
white fluff landed on my black velvet, for a quill I let you blow it off,
for two quills, I let you kiss it, for three, I let you hang tapestries of stained glass on the Gothic cathedral,
you lift my black velvet spirits and the glazier's lead panes with your wings, buttresses hold the chapel erect, you make use of a full tongue of Gothic vocabulary, f***ing in the architecture of the high Middle Ages, my wall becomes pink glass, the great window to my soul, interlocked in a Y, you hang the great tapestry...entrance by portal of paradise...
This conjures fascinating images, Sage and invokes the heavily incensed smells of bell-tinging rituals of High-Church ceremonial. Digging deep into the Rock Of Ages excavates a certain awe and hallowedness. Love the lightness of touch and the stark contrasts of the dandelion fluff against the weighty architecture and the sensual black velvet... like following the path of a dove's feather as it floats down from cupola lantern window, through the vast empty nave and down on into the bowels of the crypt... LOL K xx
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.
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
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Eileen
Brett
Thanks,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D