Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...


I saw your sheets
hanging above the top
strand of barbed-wire,
on the clothesline rope
high above, wondering if
you were at all line-drying
your lesbian tendencies, me
thinking these things were made
to be fucked on by two women,
the green lacewings and the black-wing
damselfly luring the cabbage butterfly away
from your garden,

I don't do sheets,
I lie upon blankets,
but this passionate
voyeur encounter witnesses
a surge of renewed appreciation
for bedsheets, while you weren't
looking, I tossed down some sweet
pea seeds a Sicilian monk sent to me
in 1699, he said they would see two
centuries of improvement by hybridizers
before America discovered them in the
1880s,

that evocative perfume,
I smell when I tongue-divide
your pussy lips that wet a palette
from pink, salmon, and red to lavender,
I sniff you, a whisper, barely audible,
"it excites passion, Sage"...

the old-fashioned sweet pea, I have
you climbing wild!  Over an eight-foot
trellis...look at your sheets line-drying
your lesbian tendencies...you've got the
hang of it...blowing in the breeze, a soft
breath from another time, during the Middle
Ages, gardners equated the scent with nirvana...
as you lay out the bed, imagine the perfume it
exudes...blooms after dark, midnight reliant on
nocturnal pollinators, masturbators, coming so
strong, I Saw Your Sheets Hanging...

I...


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

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