mark my back
with the grape acid
kiss of midnight wine,
score me with your teeth
and then tear into my flesh
with your intoxication,
dominate me
into a stupor, insist,
with a harsh whisper that
I slide down lower in the soft,
lubricious creases of purple satin
and finish what I started in the time
before planets plunged into stars and
bullied their way into smaller orbits in hundreds
of thousands of years,
we were
earlier bodies
born closer to the
sun, did you feel me
migrate inward until you
were screaming? until you
were consumed? And now?
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Regis
I should have said limping. You know, dear, there are just too
many heated gems to single out any one as your best. I'm
confident that the best is yet to come. Love, gene.
Sirens & Cosmic Orgasms...Unending Supply
...and now exploding and exploring
expansions of these profusions infusing
rings...oh those rings circling around
in motion's privacy
pulled with delectations tongue...cosmic release...
connections of multiplicity unleashed...
Passion Bombs & Body Shots...Vickie
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Something to grab a hold of and take it to the milky way!!! (lol)
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
a good write
john+
Cheers,
Dan
OMG...
Sage comes along and just owns us with this one.
I can't review this in public.
:)
Keeper. (Duh)
John
Peace and Plutonic Love,
Dayvid
fee
lovely poem Sage