Sexual Branding – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Sexual Branding – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Obvious
Is it obvious
That you
Arouse me
Can you feel
The energy beating
From my breasts
Into your hands
Pulling you
To me
As I talk to you
I focus intently
So I don’t
Show the wetness
Dripping between
My legs
Do you know
I am getting
Wet when I stand
Near you
You toy with me
It’s seductive
I want you
Would you blush
To know
I would come
A little closer
If you would
I slide your
Fingers up my skirt
And feel my arousal
For you
For just a second
Feel it
Just a little taste
To hold us over
Until we are free
To have each other openly
What if you knew
My breasts are ready
To fall out of my bra
If only you would
Call me in
And let me bend over
In front of you
Naughty flirtation
That’s what
I want to do with you
I’ll spread my knees apart
While you stand in
Front of me
I’ll share the secret
Of our flirtation
With only you
The foreplay
Is seductive
The Devil I see in
Your beautiful blue eyes
When you lock
Me in your eyes embrace
Is my captor
As if I could be released
From our connection
I am in your world
Acquiescent
To the call
From your body to mine
I’m held captive
By our seduction
Pin me against
The wall
And brand me
To be your only
Lover
Brand me with
Your fingers
Claim me with your lips
Restrain me
With your hips
Push it
Into me
Brand me
Push it
Into me
Brand me
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Note: As I walked past my “Secret Flirtation” today I glanced down…not sure if he noticed I was sneaking a peak of his cock & licking my lips. I thought about it all afternoon & had to write a poem👍

Bad a Girl Linda!

Very. Bad. Girl. Linda! 💋💋❤️😉

Photo Credit

Lluis Ribas

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Seductively Yours – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Seductively Yours – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I’d like to
Seduce you
With my words
So you
Have something
To hold on to
And remember
I’d like to
Tell you with my eyes
That there’s a shift
In the air
When we are
Near each other
I want to seduce you
With you
The sway of my hips
As you walk behind me
I want to
Seduce you
In little ways
So you know
Desire is yours
Seduction
The art
If my body
Revealing my soul
To yours
Spreading my legs
In your mind’s eye
As I pass by
Listen closely
To the message
Floating from the swing of
My full hips
Pay attention
To the subtle nuances
Of how my
Body language changes
When you are near
Notice my breasts
As they are more alert
Offering you
A bite
A nibble
To hold you over
Until we touch
I’ll seduce you
Effortlessly
In our every day lives
Opening your mind
To entertain the possibilities
Of pure desire
We tie our future together
Live
Seductively with me
Let’s never lose
The thrill of our desire
Or the passion
Of our exchange
Stay with me
Here
Seductively yours
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Lluis Ribas

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Tube Tops For Seniors

Sometimes I wonder what would someone think if they heard my Mother and I talking to each other. People who know us and her “lingo” would get why my eye twitches sometimes. This conversation from earlier today was priceless and worthy of a blog post.

Mom:
I don’t like the TUBE tops DJ (my sister)gave me the other day. I might return them? (See photo of TUBE top)

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Me:
TUBE tops? DJ gave you TUBE tops? You are joking, right?…(Look at the picture. My Mom is 75. I Naturally, thought she was joking.)

Mom:
No. I’m not joking. I don’t like the way they fit.

Me:
Mom. DJ gave you TUBE tops?

Mom:
Yes, Linda! You know…like the purple and green ones I wear.

…Linda is now scratching her head and getting frustrated😱

Me:
I’ve never seen you wear a TUBE top.

Mom:
What are you talking about? I wear them all the time!

Me:
Stop. Now I know you are screwing with me.

Mom:
No. I am not. Remember what I wore to Valerie’s birthday party under my shirt? The same thing just different style and color.

Me:
For the love of God Mom. They are TANK tops(camisoles) not TUBE tops.

Mom
That’s what I was sayin…. Anyway, I’m not going to fix the ceiling. I’m just going to nail a board into it. That will keep it up…

This when I said
What the fuck???? Oops! Sorry… But seriously are you high because you are talking some shit today.

Mom:
I’m just fine. I am little depressed but I’m all good you know like I do. Well that’s it. Talk to you later.

Me:
I wasn’t done talking.

Mom:
What?????????? Call me tomorrow (then she hung up)

That is pretty much the transcript of our phone call and why she makes my eye twitch sometimes. Interestingly enough, the TUBE tops could have been true as she showed up to dinner at my sister’s house wearing a pink baseball hat that said “Big Booty Hoe!”

Well, if this is what I am going to be like at 75, you are all forwarded👍😜😉

Penned Desire -Love, Sex & Poetry

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Penned Desire – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

In a secret message
Penned from me to you
I delivered
My passion
Like oxygen to your lungs
I breathed into you
A promise
That this passion
Is yours to keep
It does not
Wax and wane
It’s steady and constant
I penned a message
To you with my nipples
Hardened by the muffled
Sound of your voice
Drifting softly out to me
Churning the juice
Between my legs
I sealed my secret message
To you with my nectar
I wet my finger
And brushed it against your lips
Take a taste before you leave me
Taste the lust that
Will be here for you
When you return
I brushed your lips
With my nectar
To nourish you before you left
Secretly you spoke to me
Of the lust
That dances in your eyes
Within my reflection
You spiral around me effortlessly
Pulling the bondage
Of lust tighter against my skin
Burning me
Possessing me
Dominating me
With the courage of your thoughts
You take the
Essence of my womanhood
With your commanding spirit
I feel your desire for me
As if I feel the breeze
Blow against my skin
I feel your body
Calling to mine
You secretly pen to me
In the privacy of our moments
From only you to me
For no else to know
In clandestine
You say my name
I whispered to you
As you left me
I called to you
With conviction
I remain
Constrained by your desire
Until you return to set me free
In the swirl
Of energy
You will have me tonight
Before I drift into slumber
It will be your hand
I feel between my legs
It will be your spirit that
Will move through me
As I bring myself to orgasm
I pen you a secret message of desire
I scribe it with my nipples
And seal it with
The wetness between my legs
Stamped with my orgasm
I send you
My lust and desire
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Note: I wanted to follow someone out the door & press myself against him just to give him something to remember me by before he left :-( 👎lol 😉 Maybe next time. Lol 😄😘💋.

Photo Credit
Charles Ambable Lenior

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Mark Of Desire – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Mark Of Desire – Love , Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I want to
Bite into you
Like an apple
I want the
Juice of your kiss
To run down
My chin
And leave a trail
For you follow
Into my cleavage
I want to
Bite your earlobe
As I passionately
Kiss you
From head to toe
I want you
In my mouth
I want to
Bite your shoulder softly
As you thrust
Into me with the
Conviction of a man
Who desires a woman
I want to mark
You with my desire
So you can see
My lust for you
And remember
The way my body felt
In your arms
Under your body
I want you
To see my mark
On your shoulder
And remember
My passion for you
Remember the look
In my eyes
Remember the sound
Of my voice
Remember I desire you
When you are away
From me
I want to leave a mark
I want to mark
You with my desire
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Note: It’s funny sometimes how an image can spark an fantasy. I had the photo attached to this post in my Photo Stream. I may have used it on a previous post. I know I’ve used work from Tony Pavone before. I like his style. Anyways, I caught a glimpse of the photo as I was organizing photos into albums on my Photo Stream. As soon as I saw it I immediately had a flash of biting into Mr. Blue Eyes shoulder while having sex😉💋.

After writing about a lot of heavy stuff lately, it was a relief to get back to having a dirty mind and writing Erotica👍👏💋😘.

Life is getting back to normal. The only things I thought about today were sex, writing Erotica and whether or not it’s ok to rent instead of buy my Dream Home because I can afford $1.5 Million. Hmmm…..I ❤️ days like today. ❤️😉😘💋🌹😈

Photo Credit
Tony Pavone


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Out of the Rabbit Hole – Poetry Of Life

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Out of the Rabbit Hole
By: Linda A. Long

Traveling down
The Rabbit hole
I followed the path
Of my own sorrow
To the deep recesses
Of a wounded soul
I laughed with
The court jesters
Who taught me how
To see humor
In heartache
I played a melody
With my heart’s musician
And listened to the profound
Beauty of own unique rhythm
I watched the stories
Of my life
Flash before my eyes
As if birds passing by
They flew around me
And asked me
The truest question
Of my life
Are you going
To fight or quit?
What’s it going to be?
You can’t stay here
In this form of hell
Limbo
Purgatory
Anymore
The choice was mine
Only I could
Let go and sink
Further into the abyss
Only I could
Travel back up
The Rabbit Hole
Into the light
The choice was mine
Fight
I cried out
Fight
God Damn it Linda
Fight
Get up
And fight
It can’t end
For me like this
It won’t end for me
Like this…
Fight
Fight
Fight
It won’t end for me
Like this
I fought…
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NOTE:
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I got to be who I am today. Today I am the best Linda I’ve ever been. I know now that I will only continue to get better. I understand how to pull myself back from the edge when I start drifting too far away from a balanced state. I know who I am on the deepest level. I understand myself. I can finally say without any shred of doubt that I love myself and I appreciate my unique view of world. I am more patient with others. I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

All of these wonderful things happened in my life because of one choice – the choice to FIGHT. I fought for myself, my health and my mental/emotional well-being.

But, I also know I would not be the woman I am today if I didn’t experience the pain, sorrows and disappointments in my past. Sorrow taught me compassion and empathy for myself and others. Pain taught me patience and that things get better with time. Disappointments taught me how to handle defeat with my head up and eyes open instead of hiding like a child.

I still don’t believe God has revealed his purpose for my life to me just yet. But, it is becoming clearer that the wisdom I have from my life’s heartaches give me the ability to help others. It is becoming clearer that my purpose rests in some form in helping others.

I do know that for the first time in my life that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Today, I do see the puzzle pieces starting to fit together. The right people are now in my life now. I know they are good for me. And, now for some reason, although I do not have concrete proof, I believe in our joint destiny. I know whatever happens to me I will fight.

I do know today, some reason I know this day, is the beginning of the best time of my life. I know. I just know…

Photo Credit:
Francisco Ribera Gomez

There are two images from the same artists on this post. I liked them both.

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Life is beautiful – Suicide Is Never The Answer

I am here today, thriving and happy, because of a Suicide Prevention Hotline. They saved my life.

I’ve struggled with some form of Depression since I was a small child. My Paternal Grandmother committed Suicide in April 1974 when I was seven years old. My Father had a massive Heart Attack at 41 years old and died two months after his mother in June 1974. My Mother said I was devastated. That pain stayed with me for a long time. It was only in recent years I learned to let it go and leave it behind.

In November 2003, I was in another dark deep depression. I was taking medication. I was seeing a counselor. I was trying to find a way out of the abyss. One night I laid in bed with a fist full of sleeping pills, blood pressure pills, pain killers and I had a full glass of wine sitting next to me. I was done. I was over it. I was fried. I reached the end of my rope and didn’t care anymore who I hurt or what happened.

Around midnight or so I called my therapist phone number to leave a final message of explanation to someone why I couldn’t do it anymore. Well, a strange twist of fate happened. Her phone number was one number off from a Cape May County Crisis Intervention/Suicide Prevention Hotline. Within ten minutes of dialing the number, local Police Officers did a trace back to my landline and were banging on my door. I didn’t answer it. Then I heard them say they were going to break down the door. I went and opened it. The kindest, gentlest Police Officer came walking through my door. He sat on my bed and spoke to me calmly. He was reassuring and funny. He convinced me to go to hospital with him in his car. He talked. I laughed and cried.

When I got to the hospital, the staff was so kind. The Police Officer stayed with me the whole time until friends arrived. He even stopped by my apartment weeks later to check on me. They kept me for a full 24 hours. They were going to keep me for 72 hours of observation. But, they pulled my friends aside and had a conversation with them. My friend and former roommate agreed to take me home under her care for three days. Her and her husband agreed to not leave me alone for 72 hours just to keep me out of the Psych Ward. She agreed to contact a mental health provider for me the next day. She did all of those things for me❤️

Over the next six months I went through pretty intensive therapy and took medication every day. Little by little each day got easier and better. My heart and mind healed.

Since that time, I’ve learned coping skills and the value of Cognitive Therapy. The technique of Thought Correction has proved to be invaluable and life changing. Thought Correction is when you have a negative thought, you immediately recited a positive uplifting phrase such as “I love my life. I am living the life of my dreams moment by moment.” I also started embracing The Law Of Attraction teachings and learned how to control my mind and my thoughts.

That was a long time ago. I no longer take medication and only see a therapist occasionally. I am happy and grateful most days😉 Mostly importantly I thought about how my suicide would affect my loved ones. That is what really made me get serious about training my brain to be more content. I have a great job. I live on the beach. I am living a better life than I ever thought I would live. All of this would have been lost if I killed myself.

Nothing anyone says will convince me that there is nobility in someone being in such pain that they couldn’t ask for help. Nothing anyone says will make me idolize someone who had access to the greatest treatment facilities and could have afforded in-patient care but instead hung himself. That is not a great legacy for a legend to leave. I have compassion and empathy but I am also pragmatic about life. As Abe Lincoln said, “Folks are usually about as happy as they set their minds to be.”

Many will disagree with me on this. You are entitled to your beliefs. I do hope his tormented soul is at rest now. Sadly, if you understand Spiritual Principles and understand Karma, Suicide causes harm to self and harm to others. Therefore, it carries a lot of negative energy & a Karmic debt. If you believe in Karma, you know he will be forced to come back until he pays the Karmic debt – forced to live the same life again until he learns to cope. I know that’s heavy stuff but No one gets a free ride in life or death.

If you are at risk, make the call or visit the below website. Put your pride aside and Seek help. There is no shame in admitting you need help. I am here and happy because of a strange twist of fate and a phone call. I wasn’t meant to die that day. Thank God and everyone else who played a role in saving me from myself that night.

http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org

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Note: I took The photos attached to this post while sitting on my balcony today in Atlantic City. I have a straight up oceanview that I am happy and grateful for it everyday. Find something to be grateful for today. Fall in love with yourself first❤️✌️

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Naked Wednesday – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Naked Wednesday
By: Linda A. Long

Spend the day
In bed with me
Spend the whole day
With me in bed
Be naked with me
For the whole day
Lose yourself
In the scent
Of my skin
Find yourself
In the warm
Valley of my cleavage
Naked
Be naked with me
For the whole day
Forget about
Your responsibilities
Don’t shave
Let me feel
Your rough skin
Against the
Inside of my thighs
Leave all of your
Inhibitions at my door
And be naked
With me
For a whole day
Lick chocolate sauce
Off of my nipples
For lunch
Eat whipped cream
From my vagina
For dinner
Lie back
And let me
Fuck you
For dessert
Naked
Let it all go with me
Let go
Of all the tension
You hold in your body
Let go of all the
Responsible thoughts
In your mind
I want you
To be in the moment
With me
Turn the phone off
And be naked
With me
Let me help you relax
I want to be
Naked
With you
All day long
I want you
To have me
From behind
At noon
Be in the moment with me
And be naked
With me
Spend the whole day
Inside of me
Watch the sun
Go down
Over my breast
And moon rise
On the curve
Of my ass
Let me feel you
Naked beside me
Lay your
Body on top of mine
I’ll pull the sheets
Over us
We’ll hide from
The world
Stay In bed with me
All day
Be Naked
Be naked with me
For a whole day
Naked
Me & you
All day😉
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Note:
There are so many fun ways to enjoy a day off from work. But I think a Naked Wednesday would be most enjoyable. If nothing else, it’s a great fantasy. Lol👍😘💋😉😈

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Roger Woods

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Random Stream Of Consciousness Post

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I am tongue-tied today. I am finding it hard to put what I feel into words. Open ended questions working on my mind. Things that don’t make any sense making me sad. Being disappointed yet knowing I should still be grateful is bringing doubt into the steadiness of my resolve. And for God sakes can someone please answer the question of why bad things happen to good people who were doing everything right – everything right.

I pride myself on knowing myself. I know myself at my deepest core. I dove into the darkest caves of my soul. I sat in the blackness of my darkest memories and I see. I see myself without illusions. I understand myself during my silence. I know my own voice even when it’s drowned out by the crowd. But now, this week, I’m wrestling with something deep and serious and it’s exhausting. Would someone please sedate me? Lol😉

I am a peaceful person and I do know how to relax my body. I’ve been learning in recent years how to relax my mind and slow down my thoughts. But sometimes, I find it’s better to pull the loose string and see what comes out. I find lately that I never really say my whole truth to anyone. I feel almost like I am playing Chess and thinking three moves ahead to be sure the words I say aren’t manipulated. I feel like I am so cautious to hold in my true feeling and true self from view that I am choking a bit on the lack of authenticity. Even with my closest friends and family I hold back.

I am not overly emotional in public. Frankly it irritates me when people are depressed, snarky and incapable of controlling their emotions. I’m compassionate to those who are having an off day. We’ve all been there. Sometimes life is too much. But I am learning I must keep a distance from those who force others to ride their wave of emotions. Stop indulging yourself and get it together is what I really want to say but I don’t.

You see I am always a caregiver. It comes naturally for me. I am good to have around in a crisis. I keep a cool head and don’t over-react. I’ve learned how to talk to people in a calm reassuring voice. I am strong in public. I maintain the game face and remain calm under pressure. I try to not let people see me cry. I hold it together in public and fall apart in the privacy of my own home. People perceive this a strength. For me it’s just a way to survive and not let anyone know how really feel. It’s a self protection mechanism.

For me to really open up to someone it takes a lot of trust. Right now, at this time of my life, I don’t open up completely to anyone. It’s not that I won’t. It’s just that this type of relationship doesn’t exist in my life right now with anyone. While I see someone who I think could have potential to be my heart’s confidant, we are still getting to know each other and not there yet. I’m not distrustful of people. I’m cautious. There’s a difference. I learned to protect myself a bit in recent years because I now respect my sensitive open nature. Not everyone is sensitive to my feelings.

I called my Mom this afternoon. While I didn’t tell her everything that was on my mind, I told her enough that she knew I was “weighed” down by life today. She told me to go to my happy place, the beach, and listen to the Ocean. I did that and enjoyed it. But I am still filled with these deep heavy thoughts and trying to be patient with myself and life in general today. I’m letting frustrations get in the way of my happiness today. It’s pissing me off.

For the love of God I would love to get drunk today, be incredibly silly, wildly inappropriate, flash my boobs at Mr. Blue Eyes, tell him to smack my ass and fuck me. Now that is what I should be thinking about instead of thinking about this serious shit. But, oh yeah, I’m not supposed to drink anymore because it tweaks out my heart and that fucking sucks. But after today I wonder if all the precautions really matter. Because you can do everything right to take care of yourself and still die at 50! And In full disclosure, I don’t need to be drunk to be a little wild. I can be incredibly silly, wildly inappropriate,I would still flash my boobs at Mr. Blue Eyes, tell him to smack my ass and fuck me while perfectly sober if the mood struck me. If only my head wasn’t so fucking serious today…

I suppose it’s just one of those days and this is just one of those random stream of consciousness posts. I am retiring to the sofa tonight to eat snacks, chocolate, potato chips and watch the last three episode of “True Detective” season one. Matthew Mcconaughey is HOT and good for a fantasy tonight❤️ Peace Out✌️

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Walter Girotto

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Tonight – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Tonight – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Tonight
I want to think
Of lighter things
Of how
My back arches
And nipples
Harden when
Your energy
Is near mine
I want to
Lose myself
Tonight
In the primal
Sexual tension
That drifts from
You to me
In the glance
Of your eye
I want
To leave
The heaviness
Of this week aside
Tonight
And strip
Soul as bare
As naked body
And release
My feminine energy
On the tip
Of your lips
Escape with me
Into the comfort
Between my legs
The wetness
Between my thighs
Is the only
Reality we need
Tonight
Slide into me
I need the release
Of your body
Inside me
Leave the heaviness
Of these days
And
Place yourself
In my arms
Tonight
Let it all behind
Tonight
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Note: It’s been a heavy week. I think Blue Eyes & I need a little sexual escape from reality soon😘💋✌️❤️😈

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Alberto Pancorbo

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Comfort – Love, Sex & Poetry

I originally wrote this post in February 2014. But I feel someone I care about needs the comfort of my words today. It was a rough day. This is for him.

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Comfort – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Take some comfort
In my welcoming hips
And relax
Your body on
My soft skin
I will restore you
Slide into peace
Between my
Legs spread for you
They are here for you
Take a breather
Inside of me
Revitalize your spirit
As you quicken
The pace
Of thrusts
From you to me
I’ll brace myself
For your reinvigorated
Presence
Let my body
Resuscitate
You passionately
I’ll make you
Feel better
Take some comfort
In me
I’ll stimulate you spiritually
In our secret interlude
Let me refresh you
My desire for you
Doesn’t sway
Take some comfort
And rest
Between my breasts
I’ll give you the boost
You need
Let me refresh you
Let me help you
Let me take care of you
Take some comfort
In me
Comfort
In me
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NOTE:  Someone needing comfort was the feeling I was experiencing and that inspired this poem.

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Emilia Casgtandena
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The Last Moment – Love, Sex & Poetry

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The Last Moment
By: Linda A. Long

If you knew
It was the last time
You would look
Into someone’s eyes
Would you say
The words
That have laid
On your lips
And tell them
The tide in
Your heart rises
When they are near
Would you choke
Back your nerves
Fears and reservations
To be sure
They knew
You are breathless
In their presence
And sad when
They are away
If you knew
It was the last time
You would hear
Their voice
And see their smile
Would you
Walk out on the limb
And tell them
What you feel
And make sure
When they
Close their eyes
They know
They will take
A little bit of you
With them
Would you choke
Back your nerves
Fears and reservations
For the thrill
Of being alive
If this moment
Was the last moment
You would see their face
Would you
Grab their hand
And cherish
The final seconds
As years of lost
Possibilities
Flash before your eyes
If you knew
They felt the same
Way about you
Would you choke
Back your nerves
Fears and reservations
And finally
Rest your tender words
In their ear
Would you place
Your heart
Into their hand
Would you finally
Live in the now
Embrace this last
Moment with them
And say goodbye
Would you have
The courage to
Claim the love
You deserve
If you knew
It was the last time
Your lips could touch theirs
Would you
Kiss them
And live your life
Without regret
But with the passion
Of a heart ignited
By the flame
Of sweet desire
Would you choke
Back your nerves
Fears and reservations
Would you stop
Living in the future
And embrace the NOW
Would you let yourself
Have what you deserve
Now
If you knew
Would you
Live in the now
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Note: I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream saying these words. I hopped out of bed to grab my iPhone. I wrote this in iPages while laying in bed. The words took about five minutes to come out. Some recent events in life gave me some time to think about the fragility of life. We’ve been trained in life to wait, to be patient, to be cautious and prudent. What if one day we chose to be reckless with our hearts and say how we actually feel. I don’t intend this to be just about lovers but about anyone who we love.

The other thing I was thinking today was how I watch so many of my friends who are raising their children to expect perfection and be entitled in life. I do not have children. Perhaps, I should not voice my opinions. But I think children should learn how to be happy and grateful when things aren’t perfect. They should be shown how to find peace and gratitude even when their dreams do not come true. They should be encouraged to live in the now, plan for the future and put people first. A child should learn to be comfortable and secure in their own company without needing constant activities and distractions. It makes me a little sad to see how parents run their kids around. They give no time just to lie back in the grass and look at sky or hang a fishing pole off the a dock. Children miss the opportunity to learn how to find peace in the quiet moments. We train them to be stressed.
But I guess a parent can’t teach what they don’t have within themselves.

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Friends & Lovers – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Friends & Lovers – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I got flustered
I admit it
With you standing
In front of me
My head spun
When I looked
At you straight
In the eyes
I couldn’t help
But smile
I lost my focus
Got nervous
And wanted
To just stand up
And hug you
I wanted to kiss you
I almost forgot
Where I was
I pulled myself back
From the edge
Refocused my attention
On a task at hand
But all I want to do
Is be near you
As you walked away
My body called to you
Come back to me
And loose yourself
In my cleavage
As you walked away
From me
I wanted to follow you
Close the door
And press my body
Against yours
As you left
I remembered
Life is fragile
We are lucky
To have found this
In each other
Steady my nerves
With your hand
Hidden at the small
Of my back
Feel my body heat
Rise for you
But know
I am at peace
Because inside of me
I feel that one day
You will be my
Best friend
My lover
And
Best friend
So the next time
I’m a
Little nervous
Reassure me
In some way
It is just because
In you
I see the future
I wasn’t really looking for
It’s both exciting
And energizing to me
If I get
A little nervous
It’s because
I’m excited by
Your energy and drive
Know I am happy
I found you
And
Grateful
For our ever deepening connection
To my future best friend
And lover
It’s so nice to
Have found you
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Note: These words were on my lips all afternoon. I think they speak for themselves. Yep, I got a little flustered today. All I wanted to do was smile and kiss him. It cracked me up and made me feel like I was 17 instead of 47. 👍✌️❤️👏💋😘.

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Walter Girotto

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Carry on

Sometimes you just want to hug someone because you know it must have been a worst day for them than for you. Sometimes you want to tell someone that your arms are ready for them to fall into because you know they need a soft place to land. Sometimes you want to walk into someone’s arms to find comfort because you feel the intensity of emotions swelling up like a tidal wave. Sometimes you know words won’t be enough to say what you need to say and to express the depths of emotions that are floating on the surface.

Instead you maintain your distance, carry on through the day and stand strong. Because you know if you gave in, if you let yourself look them in the eye, if you hugged them even briefly, you know the dam would break. At that moment it all would come out and everyone would know what has been hidden.

So you know your place, maintain your distance, send warm caring thoughts and carry on. But it doesn’t mean you don’t care. It actually means you care more. So you carry on until the time is right. You carry on with them in your heart. You carry on.

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Lily – Art & Poetry

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Lily – Art & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Lily is her name
She is my flower
I met her in the pond
Behind your home
It was love
At first sight
I don’t know if it was
Her pose or her beauty
That struck me first
But the vision
Of her loveliness
Stays with me
It gives me hope
That I will return
To live again
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Note:
In 1994, a family member, Patti Darragh, had an art show at a gallery in Glenside, PA. She wanted the show to offer all forms of art and asked me to write poems for each painting she would show that night. The artwork featured in this post was featured in the show and I wrote the above poem “Lily” to accompany it.

I was going through some old pictures today for another project and found the photo of the painting “Lily”. I had the poem “Lily” in an old book of poetry. Hard to believe it was 20 years ago.

As a young woman I didn’t really have many people who understood me. I was different than my family. I was introverted, introspective, artistic and sensitive. I got used to conforming and living in their world until one day someone told me I didn’t have to. That person was the artist featured in this post, Patti Darragh. Thank God for Patti. She nurtured me and encouraged me to embrace my differences. I am very grateful to Patti for her influence in my life❤️🙏😄.

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Patti Darragh

Soft Blue Waters – Love, Sex & Poetry

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By: Linda A. Long

I’ve been diving
Into the deep waters
Of contemplation
And reflection
To see the truth
And understand
When you floated
Under my heart’s radar
And took a place
In my life
I’ve been trying to
Rationalize
My feelings by
Retracing the timeline
Of our affections
How things changed
Between us
That day
We locked eyes
And we blushed
Today
There is new comfort
With you
In my world
I thought
I needed to know
How, when, why
My fate spun
Around your hips
And changed me
Changed us
To better
Growing, changing, thriving
Changed us
To better
Understanding now that
It’s been your
Quiet influence
Enamoring me
That I rose to
New occassion
And revealed my secrets
I speak my heart’s desires
To you willinginly
Come swim
In the deep brown pool
Of my warm eyes
I will whisper
My desires
Into your heart
As I float effortlessly
On the soft blue waters
That glisten as
You smile at me
Refreshing myself
In your warm glances
I leave my rational
Thoughts to the side
And I willingly
Lose myself
In the uplifting words
That announce my desires
In the swing of my hips
And the pout of my lips
I joyful proclaim to you
I am sparked with creativity
By your energy near me
I am free
In my disclosure
Today
I am free
Joyfully I lay a promise
On your soul
It’s my kiss
For you to hold
From the distance
That will be
Between us
Hold this kiss
Until you return
Take comfort in knowing
Something good is
Waiting for you
Something good is
Waiting for us
One the other side
When the time
Is right
Something good
Is waiting for us
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Note: I needed to process some thoughts I was having today. These words came out as an unformatted journal entry. I decided to edit, rewrite a bit and turn it into a poem. It says everything I felt like my soul needed to say to another today. It was intuition that motivated this poem. Almost as if one soul was communicating with another to offer words of reassurance and another responded in kind with words of soft blue waters. That is why I try to respect my soul messages. They come from deep within. I trust my instincts and soft blue waters.

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Irina Karkabi

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Lovers – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Lovers – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

It’s palpable
The tension
Between us
Is palpable
I feel it
Like a breeze
Blowing against
My nipples
Whenever we
Are near
No words
Are ever needed
I feel you
I know you
I want you
My nipples harden &
Point me
To you
Calling
To break free
My breasts
And feel the
Nuances of
My desire for you
Your beautiful eyes
Watching me
Remind me
That I am a woman
Who desires &
Lusts for
A man
My body cannot hide
It from you
I announce it to you
In the way
My hips swing for you
Unconsciously
My body
Starts to move
Rhythmically for you
As my vagina
Readies for you
Opening like the flower
I wear in my hair
My body privately
Invites you
To touch
My bare leg
And make me shiver
With the stroke of arousal
Spurned through my body with
The cadence
Of your voice
You fan the flame
The intensity of our energy
Plays like a melody
That drifts from
Between my legs
And lays me openly
Against your chest
Running my hands over
Your body
I visualize myself feeling
Your energy
Under my touch
You make me purr
With awakened arousal
Only you know
What I am thinking
Only you know
What I am feeling
Only I know
You want me
Only I know
That one day
We will be lovers
Forming an alliance
Privately from the
Nakedness of my barest desire
To vulnerable recesses
Of your newly
Rejuvenated spirit
We strategize in unison
But still independently
We will be good together
In so many ways
Strong together
An alliance as deep
As it is erotic
Joined privately together
Together
As You pass by
I turn my head and smile
Because I know
One day
One day
We will be lovers
I will be
Your lover💋❤️
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Note: It’s always interesting when I have a dirty little thought in the middle of my work day. I’ve had a few this week. Mr. Blue Eyes turning me on as usual with his shades of blue. Came home & immediately wrote this poem.
😉❤️💋😘

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Jack Vettriano

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The Red Thread – Love, Sex & Poetry

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The Red Thread – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

This morning
I woke up
Next to you
And smelled the scent
Of your skin
As you laid sleeping
In my mind’s eye
I crawled up next
To you
Just to feel
The warmth of your body
Next to mine
I needed comfort
You were
On my mind
Almost as if
You were calling to me
Offering your shoulder
For me to rest
My head
I sensed you
Wanting me
I needed you
The power of
That sentence
Leaves me breathless
I needed you
I’m not sure
I’ve ever felt that before
A need
While I take some time
To wrap my head around
This new feeling
For me
I reflect on our paths
As they Crossed
And continue to entwine
As the red thread
Pulls us to our destiny
Sews us together
As a tapestry
And blends our energies
Into something good
I am not afraid to
Need or want you
In my life
I am open
For you to see
It’s a risk
I’m willing to take
The goodness
In our connection
Ever deepening
With the passage of time
Gives me
A safe place
To land my
Desires, hopes, wishes
And fears
I lay them
On your chest
And tie them
Around your heart
With a red thread
I tie my heart
To yours with
A red thread
I am tied to you
By The Red Thread
Of Destiny
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Note: This poem was inspired by the Chinese Legend called “The Red Thread of Destiny”. http://the-red-string-of-fate.tumblr.com/post/3842144187/the-origins-of-the-legend-of-the-red-string-of-fate

I normally use artwork with my poetry but I felt this one needed the quote about the red thread with it❤️✌️

I’ve been feeling lately like perhaps a red thread has connected me to another for some time but we are only just now seeing it.

Writing A Dream – Dreaming Big

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July 7th – my deceased Father’s birthday. I know he still looks out for me because July 7th has always been lucky for me. On July 7th, I call upon the power and energy of my Father’s memory to dream big! I believe in dreaming BIG! I believe in laying all of my hopes and wishes out for the Universe to shape and deliver. On July 7th, I call on the Law Of Attraction. On July 7th, I will use the power of Intentions and Affirmations to super charge my dreams and inspire the magic within me.

One of the Intentions I’ve been reciting for the last few years is “I am happy and grateful I am a New York Times Best Selling an Author.” I have a book idea I think could have wide appeal. It is based on a real-life people and events but I will use creative writing/fiction to enhance the story and tie it together. I got the idea from handwritten postcards, photos and letters my Grandfather(Nap) to my Grandmother(Anna) while he was away at sea with the US Navy. Nap was career Navy. He retired with 35 years of service in 1950. He sent Anna a postcard, letter or photo once a week from all over the world when he was at sea. Nap and Anna were my Father’s parents. I will use the postcards as the outline of the book. At least this is what I am thinking.

The box of postcards and letters is in storage at my Mother’s house. I am going up there on my day off this week to pick them up. I plan to lay them out in chronological order, take a picture of each and start assembling the story from there. Then I’ll make a storyboard & outline. It’s the beginning of a plan. But, I can see the completed work in my mind’s eye.

The reality of this project is huge. I’ve saved vacation time at work if I need to take a couple of weeks off to write. Below is a rough list of things I need to get this going:

*I need a writing “coach”. I’ve never written a book. Not sure where to begin. I need someone I trust so I can bounce stuff off of and ask for advice.

*I want to publish this book the traditional method. If my dream came true, I would go for hardback release. Then I’ll release paperback and digital formats. Self publishing is my last choice. But, let’s remember I am dreaming now and I believe in dreaming BIG. So, hardback release with a major publishing house it is.

*I want to go to Writers Intensive workshop and take the outline with me. That will help me refine it and get feedback. I would prefer going to NYC for this but I guess I could travel for the right the workshop.

*I am researching “Pitch workshops” where you bring your idea to the workshop. They help you refine your “pitch” and then you pitch it to a publishing house.

*I am not opposed to having writing partners a long as they know the story belongs to me. The postcards and letters are a family heirloom. I started collecting them during a genealogy project. They tell a beautiful story during an important time of our Nation’s history. I would like to honor the memory and tell the story.

*I need a MacBook and an Air printer with scanner. I was trying to live with just my iPad for simplicity. But, if I am going to do this project, I need a Mac Book.

*I need to go to San Antonio, TX to do some research. My Mexican great-grandmother, Nap’s mother, immigrated to there & my grandfather was born there. The story begins there.

*I need someone to tell me I not crazy for thinking this big and dreaming this big :-)

I am posting this deeply personal Intention and dream to get some vibrational energy behind it. I am hoping to use the power of the Law of Attraction and then let magic take hold.

If anyone can offer some professional advice on this work of love for me, please comment or send me a message. Please no Debbie Downers or reality-check comments. I know the reality. I’ve done my research.

I am a dreamer. I have always have been. I believe anything is possible. I will not put limits on the possibilities. This will be a labor of love. Love for my father. Love my Grandmother, Anna, who died when I was seven. And, love for the Grandfather, Nap, I never knew. His photos, postcards and letters reveal a wild passionate soul and in him I find a kindred spirit.
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Barbara Cole
NOTE: I chose this artwork because I thought she looked like a dreamer…
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The Power Within Me – Love, Sex & Poetry

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The Power Within Me – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There is something
Powerful simmering
Within me
I feel it
Growing slowly
Over time
Each day
It’s vibration pulls
Stronger at my heart
Each encounter
With you
Brings out more of me
It’s the
Power within me
It’s powerful
It Lives and breathes
Between us
I acknowledge
The magnetic pull
Of our energies
And feel the
Affects of our
Co-creation
Energetic collaboration
Two plans
Merging into one
Gaining strength
With each passing day
I hear you at times
When I am silent
As if you are
Filling me in on the details
And asking me
To be your partner
We’ll grow together
We’ll make a plan together
We can do this together
Hang in with me
Believe in
The power within us
We will be together
It’s just
A matter of time
There’s a force
Within me
Pushing me
To dream
A little bigger
Work a little harder
But rest easy
In this life
We are creating
Independently
Yet together
There is
A wind blowing
Through my life
It is moving me
Closer to you
With each step
I take towards
My personal goals
I feel my path
Merging with yours
As if destiny
Planned this for me
For us
From the start
As if fate
Knew we would
Be good for each other
Trusting nothing more
But instincts
I listen to my intuition
And hear the
Invitation to our destiny
Understanding more
Now than I did
Knowing the best
I have within myself
Will only get better
With you in my life
I see it clearly now
The power within me
There is a powerful
Force moving in my life
It speaks your name
In it’s echo
It is good
I know it’s good
We are good together
Good together
You and I
Are good together
You spark
The power within me
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Note: I am writing this while sitting on the beach at 6:00pm. That is my new pattern. I’ve been waiting until 3 or 4 to come down to the beach because it’s quieter, less people, the Sun isn’t as strong. It’s nice✌️ today I have been Enjoying a really nice vibe. I am feeling very reassured and supported. It is nice.

I could see myself in the artwork I selected for this post. I like to wear flowers in my hair. It’s hard to do with my hair at its current length. But when It is longer, I wear flowers in it on the bottom and to the right for a Mexican look. I feel a connection to my Mexican Great Grandmother, Margarita Villa Reale Long when I do it. ✌️😉❤️.

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Tony Pavone

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