Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
they took me off the hot list, so I'm at the hitchin' post, razor straps and wild oats, El Paso and Conchita are memories, banished my titles, tits and ass, tattoos and grass, I'm walkin' into the saloon, my mind's sharp as a lavender-handle razor, Marty Robbins of next century, what they did to her didn't even phase her,
threatened me with literary starvation, I, Squaw Dega put another quarter in the jukebox of the next century, freedom eagle-side up, bartender Chief Tackerbow set the ink well up all around, "On the House ladies and gentlemen - woman can write of her passion!"
my fans poured me whiskey, my feather-quill in my headband, Waylon and Willie of the next century, the Outlaw Spirit doesn't answer to weary, the spirit of Patsy Cline Walkin' After Midnight, bathing in the water trough nuzzling with I, Squaw Dega's filly,
where the hell you came from, themoon's representative, I'll never know, I took one look at you and your mane of hair, woman of the prairie, inspiration seeped from between my moss-coated thighs, we'd f***, yea, there'd be pussy, I saw your sheets hanging of the next century, I'd bet my Indian Runes, razor straps and wild oats...
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/??
You're a visionary, Sage, and no mistake... Hold fast to what you KNOW to be coming... like Bob Dylan's slow train... It'll all come out in the wash... I believe in you... Love, Kate xx
Sage this is sweet combining the past and present with country legends and lesbian sensual erotic pleasures. I like this. Thanks.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
There lay a seed, his name Medgar,
I watched him grow and push his stem above the ground,
“You need hope,”
“Be a voice,” he said.
“Be a voice with power,”
I took his advice and began to push myself towards the light
Another seed, her name Billie,
She sang about heartache,
Her emotion brought her to the light,
“I always sing good morning to my heartache,” she stated.
“Express your feelings,”
“It’s the only way heartache will fade away,”
She said while fixing the white rose in her hair.
I continued to push myself forward
The last seed his name Martin,
He had a dream and persuaded others to follow that dream,
This enabled him to see the light,
He had a purpose.
“Find your purpose in life,” He told me,
“Work, and be remembered,” He added.
“Dream for change,” That’s how I grew,
I thought of his speech and made one of my own
There were other seeds waiting to see the light,
I spoke with them too,
We conversed about way to help us all grow.
Just thought I’d share with you such a story,
Now everyone knows the origin of Black Roses
Nice one Sage - looked at the bamboo long enough for this one to appear, drawn like it were easy - perfect, and here's a couple of Cheers for you -some strong spirit, ice if you like - and love to you, Nicky xx
Indeed Sage a wonderful saga mixed with the spirits of the greats of country past...love the many symbolisms reflected here and the strong sense of F_ _K Em
Fee
Reviewed by Missy Cross (Reader)
Reviewed on August 9, 2007
"put another quarter in
the jukebox of the next century"...
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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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Regis
another brilliant write, sage.
peace and blessings always,
carolyn
Love Tinka
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
in the nickleodeon."
Sage this is sweet combining the past and present with country legends and lesbian sensual erotic pleasures. I like this. Thanks.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
There lay a seed, his name Medgar,
I watched him grow and push his stem above the ground,
“You need hope,”
“Be a voice,” he said.
“Be a voice with power,”
I took his advice and began to push myself towards the light
Another seed, her name Billie,
She sang about heartache,
Her emotion brought her to the light,
“I always sing good morning to my heartache,” she stated.
“Express your feelings,”
“It’s the only way heartache will fade away,”
She said while fixing the white rose in her hair.
I continued to push myself forward
The last seed his name Martin,
He had a dream and persuaded others to follow that dream,
This enabled him to see the light,
He had a purpose.
“Find your purpose in life,” He told me,
“Work, and be remembered,” He added.
“Dream for change,” That’s how I grew,
I thought of his speech and made one of my own
There were other seeds waiting to see the light,
I spoke with them too,
We conversed about way to help us all grow.
Just thought I’d share with you such a story,
Now everyone knows the origin of Black Roses
Fee
the jukebox of the next century"...
I LOVE THIS!
Missy
Peace,
Dan
*Winter