Authentically Linda

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Authentically Linda
By: Linda A. Long

I am a woman
I am a passionate bold woman
I am not afraid
To speak my truth
I will not conform
To make others comfortable
I will not hold back
So you can keep up
I am woman
I embrace my sexuality
I am not embarrassed
To proclaim my desire
As a woman
Who desires a man
I am woman
Don’t underestimate me
Because your view
Of the world is limited
Nor assume that
I can’t or won’t
Have the guts to change
Do not view my world
Through the narrow lens
Of your own limiting beliefs
I write my words
Proudly and openly
I proclaim
The freedom
Of my passions
For my life
And for a man
Without being bashful
Without being shy
I state it authentically
As the strong confident woman
I am today
Who left behind
The person you used to know
Three years ago
To walk boldly
Into the unknown
Standing here on firm ground
There is no
Looking back
I am no longer
The person I was
I’ve changed
I courageously
Proclaim
Victory over the
Demons in my life
Perched on the brink
Of wonderfulness
I open my arms wide
And breath in the
Clean fresh air
Of things and people
Who are good for me
I stand in a state
Of receiving
Knowing for once
The true power
Of my very own soul
God has blessed me
With an abundance
Of courage
A brave heart
A strong mind
And passionate soul
This is just
The beginning
Of my story
Instead of remembering
Who I was
In the past
Be happy for now
Be happy because
I am finally
Healthy
Happy
Free
I am
Authentically Linda
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Note:
Tuesday, November 25th is an important day for me. It’s the day three years ago I chose to walk away from the life I was living and chose health. It will be three years since I quit drinking alcohol and smoking๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ On that day,
gave myself a fresh start.

I’ve been thinking a lot about it. Some friends still can’t get used to the new me. Here’s the thing…once I walked away, I kept walking. No one expected me to do that. I say openly instead of trying to pull me back, let go and be happy I am healthy. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜‰โค๏ธ

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Adam Braun
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Purple Panties – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

I see purple
I see me
In purple lace
Purple lace
Panties
They hug
The curve
Of my hips
A purple lace bra
Accentuates
My full round bosom
I see purple
I see you
Slowly
Taking my clothes off
Slowly opening
My sweater
To see the
Depths of cleavage
You slowly trace
The edge of
Purple lace bra
That is peeking
Out the top of
My camisole
Without hesitation
Your hands
Cup my breasts
As your mouth
Tastes the salt
Of my skin
Slowly savoring
The moment
Of your return
In one swift motion
You pull my sweater
Over my head
And caress
My breasts that are
Hiding from you
In my purple lace bra
This moment is yours
This moment is ours
As my bra drops to the floor
I feel the
Excitement of my nipples
Erect as the heat
Of your lips
And fingers
Brings them to life
Slowly
Patiently
Youโ€™ve wait for this
Youโ€™ve planned for this
You slowly savor
The passion of this moment
Your life force
Prana
Rises up
In you
When I am near
Like an elixir
I am to your soul
Our passion
Nourishes you
Boom
Abruptly
So abruptly
Their voices interfere
With our moment
They ask you a question
And in that moment
You leave me
To return to reality
A meeting
Miles away from me
Yet, You still sex me
You drift away from
Our shared fantasy
And return me to work
Wet
Dripping
And filled with anticipation
Sitting at my
My desk
In my purple lace panties
I am ignited
By your chaotic energy
And humbled by
My willing submission
To your
Alpha energy
Submitting to your
Direction
I affectionately
Submit to you
Leaving a trail of
Purple lace
Lingerie
In front of your door
I wait with
Legs spread on the desk
Waiting for my return
In your next midday fantasy
Of arousal and dominance
Iโ€™ll be waiting for you
In our secret world
Of erotic exploration
Wearing purple
Purple panties
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
This is what I was thinking about this afternoon. Wonder if MBE was feeling my vibe through airwaves๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ”ฅ

Also, I had a very hard time to find an image to compliment to poem. But I think the one I chose is ok๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ

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Unknown
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I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry

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I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Circling around me
I felt him
I heard him
My mouth watered
With desire
The heat
I could feel it
Across the room
I diverted my eyes
So no one
Would see
I’m smitten
I’m lusting
I’m embarrassed
To say
I was wet with desire
For him
My head spun
With erotic red hot thoughts
For him
My heart pounded his name
From across the room
In his presence
I blush
By the
Erotic images
Haunting my mind
Even as he spoke
I felt the fire
In my belly ignite
Licking me between
My legs
I looked at him
I glanced as he spoke
And looked away
Feeling the flames burning
My nipples
With his initials
Writing his lust
Across my chest
Passion
Fanning the flames
Of my desires
Slowly
He rides my curves
Setting himself
On fire
With my flame
Red
Fire
Passion
Hot
He burns
As I think
Pull his thoughts
Into my eyes
Stripping naked
And straddling him
In a moment
Pressing myself
Against him
To feel his heat
He’s hot
I want his hot skin
Against my body
I need to feel
Him on every inch
Of my body
Hot
I’m hot
Hot
I am so
Very hot
For him
Hot
I’m hot
For him
Hot
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I love Jack Vettriano’s work, it’s hot like MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹ I’m HOT ๐Ÿ”ฅ for him HOT๐Ÿ”ฅ. Lol๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ

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Jack Vettriano

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My Vision – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

Itโ€™s hard to explain
The vision
Came so quickly
Flashes
One after another
So vivid and real
I am not sure
I have the words
To explain what I saw
But, I saw it
My eyes well up
With tears
When I think of it
I see it so clearly
20 years from now
Donโ€™t make me
Say it out loud just yet
I will say to you
Directly one day soon
I will pronounce it
Softly to you as you
Lay on my breasts
One winter night
But for now
Carry these words with you
And know
In your heart
I saw it
20 years from now
The bond we are forging
Lasts the rest
Of our lives
I saw it
There is something
Good happening
Between you and me
Something very good
It is connecting my soul to yours
In this lifetime
And perhaps
In others
We will remain
Connected
One day at time
Our souls entwine
Like roots of a tree
Holding us together
Woven together
Warm and inviting
Gentle and reassuring
The energy of our passion and fire
Is dynamically changing
Each of us
For the better
Making us each stronger
The warmth of our spark
Encourage both of us
To grow a little
While knowing
We are forever connected
Our thoughts
Desires and hopes
Reach across the
The reality of our lives
Telepathically
Nurturing the best within
Each other
We are better together
Than apart
We just have to believe
In each other
Believe in our connection
And have faith
Some connections
Are forever
I saw it
In a vision
I saw it
My vision
Of love
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I attended a HeartMath Art Class http://www.heartmath.org seminar & workshop on Thursday. During one of the exercises, I had a series of rapid fire visions. It was unbelievable. Really shook me up. I’m used to visions. I get headaches from them sometimes. But, the visions were so intense that night it took me a few days to calm myself down. It kind of made my head spin.

Now, let’s also remember we all have free-will & can change the future with our choices. What I saw could change based upon the choices individuals make. But I am really hoping what I saw does come true because it was beautiful โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

Photo Credit
Ambragio Alciati

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In A Dream – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

While you were dreaming
Did you feel
My kiss on your forehead
I kissed you lightly
As I left for work
As you laid
In slumber
Did you hear my voice
Drift sweetly
Into your ears
I told you
I miss you
Nothing is ever
The same
When you are away
As you slept peacefully
Was I naked
Beside you
Could you reach out
In your dream
And feel me
And Know
I was close by
In the middle
Of a sex dream
Did you
Enter me
Without warning
Did you roll me over
And take me
Did you have me
For your pleasure
As you rest in twilight
Is your body
Responding to my words
That I write as you sleep
I send you my soul
On the wings
Of my words
I send my deepest desire
Across the miles
To lay softly
On your heart
Softly kissing
Your lips
I slip out of
Your dream
And back to
My reality
But I carry you
With me
And I’ll look
Forward to meeting
You again tonight
As I lay sleeping
In your waking hours
Connect with me
While I am dreaming
As I lay sleeping
Talk to me
I need to hear
Your voice
Kiss my lips
As I lay dreaming
I’ll be waiting
Kiss me
In a dream
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I woke up really early today with this on my mind. I wrote this poem before even going to work at 6:30am. Thinking about someone far away. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹MBE

Photo Credit
Farrakh Chothia

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Homecoming – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

Naked
With just
My pearls
Hanging around my neck
Dangling
Over my breasts
Grazing
My nipples
I pose for you
I'll wait for you
To come home
From travel
I'll patiently
Wait for you
To come from work
Naked
With just
A strand of pearls
Hanging around
My neck
I promise
The moment
You open the door
You'll feel the
Pressure of responsibility
Release from your shoulders
As soon as you see me
Waiting for you
Naked with only
My strand of pearls
Brushing against
The lips between
My legs
As I straddle the chair
Stirring the juice
Of my desire for you
I'll stand up
Walk to you
You'll hear my
High heels click
On the floor
As the pearls bounce
As I walk
Until I
Take you
Into my arms
You'll feel my
Warm naked body
In your arms
As your hands
Slide over my soft skin
I'll whisper
In your ear
That I've missed you
I'll tell you about
Counting the days
Until you returned
And of how
I used my
Vibrator with
Only thoughts of you
I thought of you
Fucking me
With each delicious thrust
You'll bend me
Over the table
And slide yourself
Deep inside of me
My pearls will bounce
On the table
In sync to your rhythm
This will be your homecoming
I promise
I will one day
Stand on the other
Side of the door
Naked
With only pearls on
Waiting to hear
Your footsteps
On the other side
Waiting
I promise
I will one day
Be who
You come home to
I'll be waiting
For you
Naked
With only my pearls
Hanging around my neck
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Note:
I promise – MBE will find me this way one dayโœŒ๏ธ I’ll be waiting for him to walk through the door โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜ˆ I promise โœŒ๏ธ One day I’ll do this for him. He’s gonna really enjoy his homecomingsโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

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Blue Muse Fine Art

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Belonging, Erotically Yours – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Warning – This is spicy. It’s pretty graphic. If that’s not your taste, feel free to not read it. But it was what I was feeling and just needed to put it into words!
Belonging, Erotically Yours
By: Linda A. Long

I’ve been
On fire
My body
Has been on fire
My mind
Has been dripping
Dripping with wet
Wet desire
Yesterday
I was aroused
All day
From seeing you
Last night
I couldn’t sleep
I couldn’t sleep
Because
I was wet
I was wet
With desire
For you
Today
I drifted
In and out
Of class
Drifted
Into your thoughts
Of me naked
I was lying naked
On the bed
You were touching me
I surrendered
And purred for you
Purred like a kitten
But later fucked
You like a Lion
Pinned you
To my floor
And fucked you
You caught me
By the edge
Of my nipple
And pulled me
To you until
I screamed
From pain and pleasure
You grabbed my tit
To remind me
You wanted to remind me
My breasts belong to you
You brushed my
Red cheeks
And pushed my head
Between your legs
I sucked on you
You moaned
My name
As your fingers
Twisted in my hair
You pulled my hair a
Just a little
To remind me
Remind me
I belong to you
While I sat quietly
You grabbed me
Between my legs
You grabbed my pussy
And pushed your fingers
Deep inside
You wanted me to know
My pussy belongs to you
I Belong to you
My naked wet aroused body
Belongs to you
You drifted into my experience
To command me
I belong to you
I willfully submissively
Spread my legs
And arms open to you
Because I belong to you
Erotically yours
I am erotically yours
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I need to thank MBE for lusciously delicious erotic thoughts the last two days. He looked Hot when I saw him. Lol๐Ÿ‘ Jeez, he does set a fire between my legs๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜ I was in a class all day having these unbelievably vivid thoughts of him and me and, well, you read above what I was thinking about. Lol๐Ÿ˜‡

Photo Credit
Bruno Bisang
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Bedtime Stories – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

There’s a time
Of night
As I lay quietly
With my thoughts
I imagine I am
Telling you stories
Erotic stories
Of sex and desire
I tell you
Bedtime stories
I’ll tuck you
In with the sound
Of my voice
And the sweet
Melody
Of my sighs
As I tell you
About my desire
For you
In our
Erotic stories
I’m lying naked
When you call
I’ll talk to you
Before you drift
Off to sleep
Nightly
I’ll tell you
I want you
I’ll tell you
I miss you
I’ll tell you
I want you
To slide
Yourself up
Between my legs
And enter me
I’ll tell you stories
Of my breasts
Rising with the sound
Your long deep sighs
My legs
Opening with
The sound of your
Masculine voice
My stories
Arouse our passion
I’ll whisper
To you about
My wetness
And
The need that
Arises in my soul
When you are near
I’ll tell stories
We’ll lose ourselves
In the moment
And come
Together
Night after night
As I tell you
Bedtimes stories
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
MBE has been away a lot recently. I was thinking today that a great way for us to connect privately while he’s away is for him to call me for nightly bedtime stories๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ Oh trust me, I’ll spin a saucy little tale that will get all the stress out and help him fall asleep ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ I already have a saucy one lined up. This poem was inspired by the spark that is forever between us and I also know he leaves again next week. ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ˜• I need to start telling him spicy bedtime stories. That will make me happy๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Photo Credit
Andre Brito

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Turn The Key – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Turn The Key – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Standing on the edge
Of my thoughts
You weave yourself
Into my day effortlessly
I stop to acknowledge
Your presence
In my experience
I feel you
As if you are
Right next to me
I would like
To see your face
It’s a nice face
I would like to
Hear your voice
It’s a nice voice
You may be away
But you are still with me
I am still with you
Standing in the present
But having
Sights and intentions
Set for the future
I ask you
To trust my vision
And know a
True genuine soul
Awaits your return
Tune into
My heart’s frequency
And feel your own
Destiny in the vibration
It will sustain you
I give you
The key to my
Passion
I give you
Permission to
Unlock my deepest
Most erotic fantasies
For your enjoyment
Turn the key
See my cleavage
In your mind’s eye
It will distraction you
From the tediousness
Of your task
Imagine your hips
Pressed against mine
And feel
The heat waiting
For you between
My legs
Rest easy
Blue eyes
I’m only a thought away
I’m only
One thought
Away from you
Turn the key
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Note:
I wanted say something like this to someone who has been traveling a lot lately. I felt like he needed some support or a release๐Ÿ‘ But I stopped myself from saying anything as the venue and mode of communication were not appropriate for that type of personal dialogue. While chatting formally I couldn’t just blurt “hey, I’m picking up something from you. You ok down there? Need me to do anything for you? Want to take a break so I can tell you an erotic story? Oh, and, by the way, my nipples are hard thinking about you. So hang in there. Me and my hot for you body are not going anywhere!” ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹ Instead I used what I couldn’t say earlier today to spark a poem.

Photo Credit
Narcis Virgiliu

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Dearest Lover – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

Pardon me
My Dearest lover
Do you
Have a minute
To nurture your
Faithful confidante
I need your spiritual consul
My dearest lover
I know you are busy
I’m sorry to interrupt you
It’s just that
Well, I need you
In my recluse
I’ve notice your absence
And now
My heart is full
With the
Brilliance of your eyes
And my mind flashes
Images of you
Needing my return
To settle your
Restless spirit
No worries
My gentlest lover
You’ve been dancing through
My mind with heavy feet
Making sure I hear you
Making yourself known
You miss me
The way I miss you
Lover
I’m embarrassed
To admit
Your presence
Your energy
Circling around me
Is distracting me
So much
I’m losing my composure
It’s taking every
Ounce of self restraint
Within me
To keep my legs closed
I look forward to when you are near
Because the sound of your voice
Makes me wet
With desire
It’s just that
In your beautiful eyes
I see a conspirator
To my soul’s journey
In you I see
A mirror
Showing me
The best in me
Through your eyes
I’m reflected truthfully
Our connection
Woke a sleeping Tiger
Within me
It broke me free
I am better with
You in my life
I want you
Near me
The spiritual nature
Of our journey together
Well, frankly
It stimulates my body
On a primal level
It ignites
The fire in my belly
It wets my lips
With pulsating desire
It pinches my nipples
With pure
Uncompromised
Lust for you
My dearest lover
So Sorry I interrupted
Your busy day
I just needed you to know
My soul seems
To be synced to yours
Like we are both
Hearing the beat
And moving in tandem
Can you feel it?
It moves in the air
When we are near each other
And we are apart
It’s like the beacon
On a lighthouse
Leading me back
To you
To this connection
That stimulates my mind
Arouses my body
And compliments
My soul
With stabilizing
Energy
In you
I see someone
Who is good for me
And I find
That incredibly
Sexy and attractive
So sorry
For interrupting
You in the middle of the day
Is it crazy to ask you
To take a break
From your work
And give me the
Attention I crave
My sexiest of lovers
Nourish me
With your body and
Lay me across
Your desk
And fuck me
I need to feel you
Inside of me today
Dearest lover
Sorry for the interruption
But I’ve returned
With wetness between my legs for you
And I was wondering
If you had some time today
To fuck me
I’ve missed you
I’ve missed you
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Note:
I took a break this week. I really took a break – from work, life, people and family. I disconnected from everything and everyone. I totally took all the pressure off of myself. As my “break” approaches the end, I see how I needed this break I afforded myself this week more than I even realized for a few reasons.

Well, apparently absence does make the heart grow fonder โค๏ธ After taking a week to myself and disconnecting a bit from everything and everyone, I find myself needing MBE’s energy near mine. I need to feel the vibrational pull of his eyes to mine. I need to feel his passion ignite mine. I guess I have to admit I miss him and want him more than I even realized. Funny, how you don’t realize the subtle ways you need or want someone until you disconnect from them a bit. If he was at all worried that he would be out of sight and out of my mind, well he can rest easy. He still seems to carry a piece of my heart with himโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘

As I was approaching the break last week, I found myself becoming increasingly more frustrated with a professional situation and starting to offer resistance and pushing too hard. That usually happens when I feel things aren’t moving forward in the speed that suits me. It was causing me some unhappiness.

The hardest lesson for me to learn in recent years is to relax into the flow instead of forcing the flow. It’s ok to direct the flow a little but resistance and force always brings opposition. I needed to step back and see the bigger picture. I feel that some are too busy looking at the trees that the don’t see the Forrest in front of them. But, what I see now is that both views can be beneficial. I need to trust things are in good hands and let it go a bit. Not easy for a goal-oriented driven individual to do๐Ÿ˜‰ But my intuition is telling me to trust someone now. Not sure I would have seen this or felt this without disconnecting from it this week.

I didn’t realize how much I needed the break from everything physically. For the first half of the week I slept almost 12 hours every night and took naps every day๐Ÿ˜ด I stopped resisting it, gave in and listened to my body. I went with the flow. My body needed rest – Period๐Ÿ‘ By Thursday morning, I felt the return of my energy and was able to get off the sofa for more than two hours without needing a power nap. Lol๐Ÿ‘ I definitely needed to sit on the charger for a while and I did it this week๐Ÿ˜„ I’m charged up and ready to go๐Ÿ˜„

I also needed some time off to work on a labor of love and organize my “Lovingly, Nap” project. I learned a lot about my grandfather, Nap, this week. In him I feel a kindred spirit. Out of five kids I’m the only one in love with the sea just like Nap. The ocean called his name just like it calls mine. By dialing down all the noise this week, I’ve been able to hear the subtle guidance coming from his “Spirit”. Tuning in like this also strengthens my own Intuitive gifts and ties me into the story on a deeper level. I’m not sure where this project will take me. All I know is telling his story and preserving his postcards and pictures of the U.S. Navy from 1913-1927 is a spiritual contract I made with him and I will honor it.

My Mother always tells me that things happen in “God’s Time” not my time. I remember telling her one day, “Well, tell your friend God to GET IT MOVING!” She laughed and said, “You know, you’ve been like this since the day you were born. Always on the move. No wonder you wear yourself out.”
Profound and insightful words right there. Yes, I’m always on the move in one way or another. That’s why I occasionally hit the wall like I did this week. I was exhausted on so many levels and I didn’t even know it. This is something I will work on in the future. For now, I will acquiesce to the gentle calling of a lusty midday encounter fantasy and enjoy my last day of rest by nurturing myself. I’m cooking/food prep for the week & watching movies ๐Ÿ˜„โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’‹๐ŸŒน

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Dorian Costras

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It’s Like Sex

Ahhhhh, it was such a release I’m blushing with endorphins. My smile is from ear to ear and my body definitely feels like it let something go. Like I got something out. I feel wonderful. It’s like after sex๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘

The Drum Circle. It’s primal. It primitive. The infectious beat brings out the crazy in me๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I lose control and just pound the crap out of the drum. Ahh, it’s wonderful. Tonight’s Drum Circle was intoxicating. I am in love with drumming. My Djembe Drum is worth every penny I spent on it๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‰

Here’s a photo of the Circle which is held monthly at a local Art Museum on a lake.

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I started taking Boxing lessons this week too. That is also a release that Is like sex. I feel totally spent after my lessons. Totally deliciously spent and sometimes needing a nap๐Ÿ‘. Here’s a photo of my Boxing Gloves. I was disappointed they only came in Girlie Pink. As my Trainer was looking at my cleavage, he reminded me that I am most definitely all girl – so what’s wrong with Pink Gloves. Lol โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘

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My tastes and hobbies are certainly changing. This once peaceful Yogi who used to search for candlelight Yoga classes now needs more power in her experience. I guess I like more action oriented activities now instead slow relaxing yoga. Maybe I just like banging the crap out of something…. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I know I’ll enjoy banging the crap out of someone๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ Given the change in my energy, Qi, I would advise MBE to do some cardio and eat some Wheaties๐Ÿ‘ “Linda Luv Me Long Time” is heading his way and sees plenty of banging in our future๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜„โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‰. Yeee hah๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Telling My Grandfathers’s Story – Lovingly Nap

My Grandfather, Nap(Napolean), was a career Navy guy. He retired in 1940 with 28 years of service. He was recalled to Active Duty in 1942 for three more years. During his early years of service he was at Sea most of the time. While at Sea, he sent my Grandmother, Anna photos and postcards from all over the world. He signed most of the postcards he sent my Grandmother, Anna “Lovingly, Nap”. โค๏ธ

I am working a project that includes telling Nap’s story using his postcards and photos. I’m also working to ensure the US Navy Historians have these artifacts for their collections. I called the Navy’s Museum in Washington, DC today. They want me to bring the collection down to them so they can work with me to tell the story and preserve the collection๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„

Here’s a sneak Peek into what I am doing.

I’m organizing the photos & postcards Chronologically. I’m also organizing by who was in them and who they were sent to(He sent postcards to my Grandmother’s sisters and mother too)

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I also have Nap’s Military Service Records. Now I have to match up the postcard & photo dates to his Service Records๐Ÿ‘

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The handsome guy in the center of both these beautiful photos is my Grandfather, Nap. The year is unknown by they fit the 1924 or 1925 timeline – if not earlier.

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This photo cracks me up. He wrote on the back of it “Happy Hour USS Michigan underway on the Quarterdeck!”

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There will be more to come on this project in the future. But I just wanted to give a sneak peek into what I am up to ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„

Morning Sex – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

I was wet
Deliciously wet
With lust and desire
We are apart
Yet I still
Feel the heat
Of your intentions
Hanging between
My legs this morning
As if to remind me
Of you
And us
And this
Bond we’ve forged
Away
I’m in the distance
From you
Overcome
By craving that
Grew out your
Morning desires
I acquiesce
To the calling
With each
Wave of orgasmic delight
My thoughts
See you
With each rhythmic
Swing of my hips
My legs spread wider
My nipple harden
And my body
Pulls you
Out of distance
Into the center
Of my primal
Deep
Morning desires
Carry this with you
As you move
Through your world
This week
Remember
This morning
And the way
My mind fucked yours
Wildly
Unapologetically
I stand strong in my
Female energy
And own my lust
For you
I proclaim
The wetness
Between my legs
Is for you only
As I see the
Beautiful blue
Of your eyes
As prisms
Of my orgasms
I started my morning
In the circle
Of your desire
And begin my day
Offering you
A place of refuge
In the passionate words
I write for you
In the distance
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Note: I will be missing someone with beautiful eyes ๐Ÿ‘€ this weekโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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“Nude 07″
Emerico Imre Toth

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Daydreaming – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

While you are daydreaming
Drift into my space
And secretly
Taste the
Pout of my lips
Moistened as you
Linger around me
As you drift
Away from the
Task at hand
Enter my aura
Assertively
As a man
Needing to
Dominant
Possess
And control
The woman
That owns your desires
As you take a break
From the chatter
Be in silence
With me
In this
Parallel universe we create
With our thoughts
Connected Metaphysically
Messages Passed
With intention
Questions asked in privacy
While you
Sit back and rest your eyes
For just a moment
Fuck me
Wildly
And release into
Me your passion
Recharge me
With your
Penetration of my mind
Ravish me
And take
Every bit of energy
Out of my
Moist center
Feed yourself
Between my legs
In this moment of release
Let go of the pressures
And
Fly into the center
Of my soul’s fire
With the brute force
Hidden behind your
Soft tender eyes
Hearing the voices
Around You
But you only want me
Naked
In your mind today
I’m naked
With my legs spread
Wide on my bed
Your rough touch
Hardens my nipples
As my arms pull you
Deep Into my center
Deep into the center
Of my body’s fire
You penetrate me
Come inside me
Take a break
Inside me
I’m waiting for you
To meet me in
Our space
And touch me
The way
You want to
You see me
The way I see you
I am starting to wonder
If you sense me
The way I
Sense you
I think you know
How to connect with me
Without words
It sets my body on fire
Being exposed to you
It is my aphrodisiac
My kindness dominant
While you’re sitting
There managing
Our world
Daydream with me
Tap into the gifts
You now know I have
Give me what
I need from you today
And Fuck me
Just fuck me
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Note: I was lying on the sofa this afternoon with my eyes closed. I was feeling very relaxed and drifting off a bit when I got an image of MBE perhaps needing a little break from reality today. And I felt like “Adult Play” was the best way to help him release some pressure & unwind today. I indulged the sensation and used it as a spark to this poem.

Photo Credit
“The Nymph 02″
Emerico Imre Toth

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Private Exchanges – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

You are
No further away
Than the beat
Of your heart
That I hear
In my ear
Like an African drum
I sync the
Movement of my hips
To the rhythm
Of your soul
That melts
The edges of my
Mind with images
Of my hand
Laying on your chest
To steady my own
Weakness
And strengthen
My ability
To hear you
Without words
Blocking out the noise
Ignoring the interference
Shutting out the chatter
Of those surrounding us
I can tie into you
Nourishing both of us
With unbridled
Passion
And affection
For the connection
Of genuine souls
The echo
Of your
Soul’s vibration is
Faint in the distance
Between us
Still distinguishable
In my own experience
I close my eyes
And silence
The noise around me
To hear you
Like sweet tender
Music to my ear
I hear you
I hear the beat
I feel your vibration
I close my eyes
For just a moment
To breathe in
The energy
Of your thoughts
In my soul
As nourishment
Sent to me
Through time
Sustained
Arousal of my soul
You tap into
The natural gifts
I offer with ease
And I am
Comforted with you
Being in my
Daily experience
I open myself to you
Without hesitation
I intuitively know
You see me
Without illusions
Yet I offer no resistance
In the exposure
Instinctively I sense
My vulnerabilities
Are safe with you
And what Is shared
Between us
For only for us to share
It’s in the privacy
Of these deeply
Personal exchanges
We earn each other’s trust
Slowly growing
Over time
Deepening with
Intimate knowledge
Of me
I welcome you into
My world
And offer your
Weary spirit
Comfort and rejuvenation
In the privacy
Of my words written for you
Sent on the
Winds of change
Bringing us closer
Together over time
Trusting you intuitively
I lay down
Any amour I falsely
Held between us
And invite you
To see me
Intimately
In the privacy
Of our exchanges
Written in these poems
I reassure you
Of my affection
And remind you
A true genuine heart
Awaits your return
Yet still hears
The beat of your soul
Like an African drum
My spirt syncs to yours
And sways in tandem
To the breeze
Of your Energy
Sent from you to me
You ask me to
Show
My soul
Willingly I strip naked
And stand exposed to you
Exposed and vulnerable
I reveal myself to you
In the privacy of my words
Written in poetry
That I lay on your heart
Life an African drum
The rhythm of our
Souls beating in tandem
Like the wild Infectious beat
Of an African drum
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
Some idiot’s car alarm woke me up at 1:30am this morning. It was going off for a solid hour๐Ÿ‘ŽI was annoyed ๐Ÿ˜ก I decided it would best for me to relax instead of throwing a brick through their window ๐Ÿ˜‰ So I focused on something fun which was MBE๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜That made me think of sex, passion and desire and sparked this poem๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธBy the way, I never fell back to sleep๐Ÿ‘Ž I am exhausted and going to bed shortly ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/no-excess/

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Diego L. Rodriguez

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Lying In Wait – Love, Sex & Poetry

Lying In Wait – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. long

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I am
A Lioness
Lying in wait
Under the cover
Of darkness
Looking for my prey
To feed the hunger
And nourish
The restless desire
I feel the
Wind change directions
As he circles
The perimeter
Of my secret
Space of lust
And desire
I smell
The scent
Of his skin
Drift in the air
As he moves
From side to side
Slowly
Knowingly
Teasing me
Stroking me
Fanning the flame
Of our mutual desire
My legs
Spread out of instincts
As he stands
In the aura
Of my energy
I want to
Place his hands on
My breasts
And make
My nipples hard
With lust for him
Crossing my legs
To control
The appetite
Growing between
Them
When he is near me
I’m thirsty
Reach up
My Lion
And
Hear me
Moan your name
Licking my lips
As I imagine
Myself
Stealing
Just a taste
Of him
In passing
Hidden
In the dark shadow
I suck on him
And taste
His passion for me
Taken
By the command
Of his
Dominant desire
I relinquish
Control
Of our
Sexual journey
To my Lion
And
Enjoy the
Way he plays
With me
Licking my lips
Feeling the heightened
Sexual response
Of my body
I taste him
Only just a nibble
Until he is free
To covet the
Lioness he craves
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Note: ย MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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“The Red Corset”
Jindra Noewi

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The Gift Of Self Love

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A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem about what I would do for love. In that poem, I explored what I would do for romantic love, love that happens between me and a man โค๏ธ Recently I was thinking about what I did for love of myself and how my life changed because I started showing myself the same affection I always showed others.

I am a sensitive soul and I mean that on many levels. My feelings, especially for people, run very deep. The deeper the connection the more sensitive I am to them and their needs and feelings. This has been a blessing and a curse my entire life. It’s a blessing in that it gives me the ability to read people & know their true intentions. It’s a blessing in that I am profoundly compassionate. It’s a blessing in that I’m highly Empathetic. I can tune into people and relate to them without them really needing to put their needs into words. As a young girl, my sensitive empathetic capabilities were confusing. These capabilities actually caused a lot of pain and depression when I was young. The curse of being a “feeler” and not really understanding it was profound in my life. I had no control over what I was feeling. It was all so intense. I had no idea what was happening to me me most of the time. I see now a lot of what I was experiencing was not actually my own experience but it was the pain and confusion of those who surrounded me. Hard to explain to people that you are feeling their pain even harder to live with especially as a child. In recent years, I’ve learned how to block things out and tune things out for my own self protection. And, let’s face it. Some people are just drama queens and others are overly emotional. I tune them out as much as possible๐Ÿ‘

In retrospect, I see clearly my biggest issue for most of my life was that I had weak boundaries with people. While I always had a strong sense of self and an independent spirit, I also put the needs, wants and desires of others before my own. I hated that I was different from my peers and I often dumbed myself down and adjusted my life to fit in with the crowd more. Every day a little of my authentic self slipped away. I almost didn’t know my own voice because so many people had say in my life and continuously crossed my boundaries.

Over the years I had my share of health problems. The source of most of my health issues was that I didn’t value myself. Therefore, I did not take care of myself the same way I took care of others. As I started to see things clearly in my life, I started learning how to nurture myself and care for myself. As I started loving myself and trusting my instincts, my emotional, physical and mental health improved. All it took was self love and affection.

Time was the gift I selfishly gave myself. Distance from negative relationships was the only way I could start to hear my own voice again. Having the courage to give up all that I knew for something that held no guarantees was the ultimate gut-check for me. I walked away from people, a lifestyle, a social life and an action-packed social calendar. But I also walked away from bad habits, an unhealthy body and a broken spirit. I left it all behind. September 15th was the third year anniversary of the day I started walking away from people & an unhealthy relationship. November 25th will be the third year anniversary of the day I chose health over being a party girl. On that day I stopped drinking alcohol, I quit smoking, I started eating healthy and I started living a life that I am now proud of living.

I am not going to say the last three years have been easy. The first year was especially challenging because I was still struggling with unresolved feelings and I had hard time letting go. The second year things started to shift and became easier. Stability returned to my life. I let go of the people from my past. My emotional well-being healed as my body got stronger. But, I really started hitting my stride in the third year. Year Three has been full of the fruit of my labor. My mind and body are relaxed. I’ve enjoyed good health. I hear my own voice clearly. I am able to maintain and enforce boundaries in all situations. My sensitive/empathetic capabilities have become sharper and I am able to control them. In year three my heart cracked open to love and its complexities without fear or hesitation because I see true goodness looking back at me. The most important gift I was given in year three has been the power of discernment. I intuitively know what and who is good for me. I sense it. I feel it. I know it. It is the true fruit of the labor of self love.

Today I am clear about who I am and what I want from life. I am clear who I want in my life. I have absolute clarity within my own soul. This type of self knowledge has been the greatest gift I ever gave myself. I see now that I have a peaceful soul. I don’t want or need the distractions of the party lifestyle. I need peace. I finally saw that I was deserving of more than I was accepting.

Today I am taking care of myself by simmering a pot of Chicken Bone Broth all day. Bone Broths that are cooked for a long time have many nutrients and health benefits. I’m snuggled on the sofa with a blanket, a pillow and plenty of books to read on my iPad Kindle App. I’m writing, reading and just enjoying the peace I finally have in my life. Today I’m loving myself the same way I love others.

Take some time to dial the noise down in your life. Tune into the natural rhythms of your own heart. Explore the caves of your soul and love yourself as much as you love others.

(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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“Visible Darkness”
Pat Erickson

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100 Rose Petals – Love, Sex & Poetry

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By: Linda A. Long

100
Rose petals
Connect my heart
To yours
Red passion petals
I lay
As a trail
For you to
Follow to me
100
Rose petals
To bring
Your heart
To mine
100
Rose petals
The scent softly
Sways in the breeze
Sweet smell
Of love and peace
Floats from me to you
Whispering in your ear
โ€œMy heart Is yoursโ€
100
Rose Petals
I weave
Tenderly
Around your heart
And pull you
Slowly
To me
Gingerly reminding you
Love waits for you
100
Rose petals
Spun by cupid
Around my naked waist
Shooting out of my nipples
Pointing their arrow
Through your heart
Saying boldly
I love you
Whispered in the breeze
Written on a petal
I love you
100
Rose petals
Tell the story
Of my heart
They openly bare
My soul
To you
The keeper of my desire
Follow the path
I lined
With Rose petals
Breathe deeply
Love is yours
I’m Yours
100
Rose petals
Written in verse
Poems
Of love
Dripping of sex
The poetry
Of my
Red passion
love for you
100
Rose Petals
Poems
Love, Sex & Poetry
Written from
My heart
To yours
A collection of
Love poems
Follow the path
Of
100
Rose petals
Leading you
To Love
ยฉ 2014 โ€“ Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved

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“The Rose”
Jindra Noewi

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Poetic Intercourse – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Poetic Intercourse – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long
Poetic Intercourse
My words ignite
Your flame
We make love
To each other
Through words
Moving through
The atmosphere
Our bodies
Connect through
Thoughts and desires
In a perfect union
I make love to you
Poetically
Through my words
Until
The time my body
Becomes yours
By command
Own me by possession
Wholelyย I submit
To the love and desire
You spark
Deep within my legs
Carried up to through
My center
To heighten response
You are my Muse
The inspiration to
My poetry
Make love to me
Through your words
Let them carry you
To me
I carry the torch
Of lust for you
Deep within
My soul
Enter me
Poetically
Feel the sensation
Of my touch
Through your
Mindโ€™s eye
Poetically
Make love to me
Fantasies come to lif
Through words
Magically poetic words
Of love, sex and desire
In Poetic Intercourse
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Note: ย MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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“The Kiss”
Jindra Noewi

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Erotic Reflection – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

It’s in the reflection
Of your eyes
I see myself
Standing before you
Showing you
My desire for you
Revealing
My wild beating heart
That syncs
To your slow
Lustful exhalations
Touching
The source
Of the hunger
Deep within my
Vagina
It’s in your eyes
I lose my
Inhibitions
And open to
Your mind’s
Controlled desire
Pushing against
Your restraint
On the edge
It pulls you
Into me
Deep into me
It’s in your eyes
My naked body
Is reflected back to me
As if you are showing
Me your intentions
Asking consent
Seeking
My return of your
Affections
In the blue ocean
Of your eyes
I float effortlessly
In and out of focus
But always seeing
A future
Being laid in place
With time
Standing before you
You command me
To touch
My desire for you
You want to hear
Me climax
As I touch my desire
I brush your lips
With wet finger
Taste the juice
Made by our
Passion
Feeding you
Nourishing you
I will sustain you
I see it
In your eyes
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Note:
When man wants a woman, he gets a look in his eyes ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘ I love when MBE look’s at me as if stripping me naked right where I stand๐Ÿ’‹ He can look at me like that all day long๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘€

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Jindra Noewi

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