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    sagesweetwater Lesbian Novelist

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    the nine of cauldrons,
    The Witch on Horseback,
    temperance and the ace of
    boulders, would you want her
    rubbing your shoulders, the great
    owl carries the Truth scroll...and the
    thunder rolls,

    she unbuttons her
    black tunic, seduces
    you with her own designs,
    Tarot of Prague, collaged
    erotic lesbian photographs of
    Prague's art, lathers you there...there
    on the Witch Dance horsetrail, no time
    for your emotions to be frail,

    she rides you until
    dawn, all the apparatus
    leather is soaked, the chrome
    is ablaze, she goes down carriage
    road, breathless passion, in the name of
    Estebène de Cambrue...and the thunder rolls,

    "yield to none
    going to Sabbath,"
    the key to the door
    is the same place you
    left it, you're in your usual
    mode of locomotion, the horse
    goes in your own ground, buried,
    you gave it over for lost, she mounts
    you rear Turfhills, goes hard into the
    ancient to fetch it...and the thunder rolls,

    replicated vein stemming
    into mushroom head dipt in Oyl,
    I carry it to your place, you One of
    Madame Bourignon's girls, declare
    that your lover comes upon a horse,
    wooden nail, fix the saddle, of Women,
    Spits, and Bedposts, a meadow of unbridled
    passion...and the thunder rolls,

    the method of locomotion,
    fucking in the Aberdeen Covens,
    stick-riding, Pype of oyntment, greased
    the staff, the witch flies...and the thunder rolls,

    broom staves, riding you,
    worshipping the forests of any
    kind, put my arm around your waist,
    in the house of Bessie Vickar, I ate and
    drank with the Paisley witch and we burned
    the bridges of Cortaquhie, and the destruction
    was so arranged, I could smell the devil in the
    room...and the thunder rolls...

    "yield to none
    going to Sabbath."

    Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

    mistyllspoetry Billy Corgan's Shadow

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    Amazing write! Full of great words.

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