Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
a fallen tree decays, returns its organic matter to the soil, I finished burnishing a bronze plaque, Landslide - it was a Truth I'd known all along, the complexity of relationships, I took one last look at this place, I will never look back,
then came horse logging and Mennonite farms, I now share the mountain roads with you, spectacular lavender shooting stars, purple lupine, I reached down and dipped into your moisture, finger-f***ed you, the lumberjacks in the background, stalwart woodsmen who cling to the time-honored way of logging, "Gee...haw...Sage listen to the owl." In the foreground, you straddled me like a bundle of logs, f***ed me this way for one stack for firewood, that way for fence posts and poles,
I am so wet, fir, spruce, and pine - it's four S's - Sunup, Sundown, Sundays, and pitch oozes from Sage, your sensual ability to fell my timber efficiently, my orgasm simultaneously peaks with owl's night song when you go down on me, whiffing the fragrance, spongy chartreuse moss, clusters of vertical slit, pink-tan mushrooms - you eased your tongue into my pussy, rain fell, the softness, mellowness of this forest - we soaked up its transcendent peace, lavender shooting stars in the horizon, the night brook chatters - to really know me, is to take my trails - I permit you to do me a prescribed burn, set fire on me in every direction - what about now - my tinder has reached an explosive level,
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
Intense always Sage in beauty and passion. Artistic and compelling, you always take us there in your incredible way of painting images and creating ambience.
Passionate writing breeds more passion and inspiration...fodder for the Gods and Goddesses who have made us unique in artistic endeavors. Beautiful work, Sage
All three before me have voiced my thoughts Sage, RC said it well your work will be remembered for the superb way you describe your inner flame that is the essence of your passions.
ET
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 5, 2007
Richard has put his finger on the . . . Ooops! . . . Pulse, which he has an uncanny way of doing . . . When you construct something, poetry, short stories, etc., you do it with a flair which is unequaled . . . Unequaled you listening to me . . ."Lavender Shooting Stars" just the latest . . . Gotta love it . . .
History will always remember you as a poet/writer Sage - not a firebrand lesbian. Your ability to 'cut to the chase' and put a finger on what your muse is moaning through you is extraordinary. Blessings ...
Richard
Such an incredibly deep metaphoric experience here Sage as nature and woman collide...compare...contrast in your imagery as thick as the mountain mist and lush as the valleys. Even in comment it's hard for me to stray far from the dual metaphors. Your creativity cloaked me in the scene and the lesson is learned. Wonderful work Sage..this one screams from the heart and heart of land.
Love,
Taylor
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.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
What a beautifully imaged scene you unfold before the eyes: well done! A wonderful display of talent and passion. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Look to the skies Aug. 12, the Perseids are supposed to be spectacular!
ET
Richard
Love,
Taylor