Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...
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Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, the whores on Sunday paid the brothel lease...
a legacy to my loyal fans, not to be dictated by town ordinance, or my words tossed of fools' gold pans, I looked inside the coffin; Pearle's lips quivered, "firebrand, take my hand - I'm not dead - do have a look under my brass bed - Gold Dust Woman's takin' me to that windswept hill, Mt. Pisgah's feelin' a chill - undertaker said I overdosed of morphine, do have a look under my bed - pull the blind,"
1800s Poverty Gulch renamed Cripple Creek, I smelled Madam's perfume in her room, oil cloth and weaving loom,
took the whiskey bottle from her dressing table, undid my gold buckle, spread my legs, pushed it in where her lips closed around the bottleneck label, her last taste of a woman, pussy leached - I let her memory go - bent down low - under her brass bed, Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, gold dust pulpit inlaid - I carried it out and strapped it on my burro, hauled it to church,
her girls counted Sunday churro, Lord's sheep flocked, Bobby Womack put in his poker rack, chips and whore tips stacked in the collection plate - his breath smelled of gin the preacher grinned - I carried the gold dust pulpit in - out the way I came in - I carried Madam's cross, Gold Dust Woman's takin' me to that windswept hill, Mt. Pisgah's feelin' a chill -
Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, the whores on Sunday paid the church lease...
Madam Pearle DeVere, of The Old Homestead left me a stash of cash, her lips tasted mine of sour mash...
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://www.porterhouse.is
Stirring the reader's senses, provocatively swirling.
The smell and taste of a different world, so different, it reminds me of things familiar. I love the feeling.
This is some story Sage - didnt hear the song with it yet so im hearing Little House and the Waltons right now, wondering whatever became of Nellie...:) any way, you conjure a town, a tv series would be great, and id not miss an episode so i knew better what was going on - off to the church to pay my respects anyway...fine write Sage xx
(These are your most deeply emotionally charged writes, they are very powerful and mysteriously moving poetry Sage xx)
Auh Sage! I've missed your stories of the west laced with just enouth sugar to taste sweet enough. I admire you and the depth from which you mine your words and give them birth into some of the different characters of the west to keep it all interesting and never cloned.
Merry Christmas dear lady.
Love and blessings!
Susan
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The smell and taste of a different world, so different, it reminds me of things familiar. I love the feeling.
Axilea
(These are your most deeply emotionally charged writes, they are very powerful and mysteriously moving poetry Sage xx)
Merry Christmas dear lady.
Love and blessings!
Susan