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passion the color
of the fiery red sumac,
sugar maple at her peak,
whiskey in my burlap sack,
I ride the red clay road, autumn
and trees go together, pussy starts
turning, splotches of deep burgandy
turn to pink, clit to your gold, cottonwood,
magnolia, I have good hold of the reins, my
mare Old Hickory, black gum, tupelo honey
color I sip from my Mason, the veneered wood
stripped in sheets, rolls off the lathe,

steamhouse calling,
boiler-fired f***ed, you
greet me with deep-penetrating
hot steam, carry on with my dream,
recycled steam basket dryer, warms
dye vats to pink tint taste your nipples
anointed with mint, indestructable antique
basket machinery, you weave a web of staves,
sweet gum coated labes, lavender color-coded
luscious bottom and sides for a popular basket for
all seasons, lids trimmed with vintage lace, scent my
face,

five-peck pussy,
half-bushel bush, you
lay my supple stave strips,
moist web whispering sexy
basketry terms of endearment,
you put a sexy crease in my curvy
hips, secure them with a band around
the middle and the top - women and
baskets - for all seasons and all reasons,
loggers bringing in fresh-cut timber...you
hand-feeding my fire,

I...


Copyright 10/13/2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater