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 release👍 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!” 😄👀😈💋 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
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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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 ❤️ 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 him❤️👍

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 do😉 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 day😴 I stopped resisting it, gave in and listened to my body. I went with the flow. My body needed rest – Period👍 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. Lol👍 I definitely needed to sit on the charger for a while and I did it this week😄 I’m charged up and ready to go😄

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 😄❤️👍💋🌹

Photo Credit
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 sex💋😈❤️👍

The Drum Circle. It’s primal. It primitive. The infectious beat brings out the crazy in me👍😄 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 it👍😉

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 nap👍. 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 ❤️👍

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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…. 👍😄 I know I’ll enjoy banging the crap out of someone😈💋❤️👍 Given the change in my energy, Qi, I would advise MBE to do some cardio and eat some Wheaties👍 “Linda Luv Me Long Time” is heading his way and sees plenty of banging in our future😈😄❤️👍😉. Yeee hah😄👍✌️💋😈

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”. ❤️

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 collection👍😄

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 Records👍

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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 👍😄

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
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I will be missing someone with beautiful eyes 👀 this week❤️💋😘

Photo Credit
“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
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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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 – 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 hour👎I was annoyed 😡 I decided it would best for me to relax instead of throwing a brick through their window 😉 So I focused on something fun which was MBE💋😘That made me think of sex, passion and desire and sparked this poem😈💋❤️By the way, I never fell back to sleep👎 I am exhausted and going to bed shortly 😴😴😴😴😴😴

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Photo Credit
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
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note:  MBE❤️💋😈 💋😘

Photo Credit

“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 ❤️ 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 possible👍

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 – 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
“My heart Is yours”
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
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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
Wholely 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
Mind’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:  MBE❤️💋😈 💋😘

Photo Credit

“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 👀👍 I love when MBE look’s at me as if stripping me naked right where I stand💋 He can look at me like that all day long👍❤️💋😘😄👀

Photo Credit
Jindra Noewi

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Repositioning My Life For Growth – No Excess Daily Prompt

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Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.” – Edna Ferber

In full disclosure I must tell you this is a long post. If you aren’t into reading a long post right now, Bookmark me 😄 and come back later. Otherwise, maybe grab a cup of Joe and dive into the inner workings of my mind which is captured in this post😉

First, I chose the artwork in this post because I thought it reflected the structure of my mind in recent weeks. There’s a lot of shit going on in it, lots of hidden messages and a beautiful use of color to create images❤️ That’s what I love about Art. I can usually find an image to tell the story of my mood.

There are so many styles of Art; there can be something for everyone. If you are new to Art, look through my posts and see one style suits you. I encourage you To open your mind and see what else you may like. I guess you can tell I ❤️ Art. I been in love with Art since I was a teenager and took a summer class at the Art Institute Of Philadelphia. That’s when I found out I was better with words than brushes😄✌️ It’s all good😉 But I enjoyed the experience anyhow. To see other works from the artist featured on this post, Diego L. Rodriguez, follow the link at the bottom of the page👍

Getting Down To Business
Now to the real business of this long post. It’s been a long time coming. There’s been some excesses in my life. I’ve felt a little out of of balance. A few weeks ago I wrote about feeling like I was breaking through something. Like something was shifting. Well, it shifted🙏 Amen! And, I am done! Done with excesses in a few areas of my life. Therefore, I am repositioning myself for the future and continued growth.

The Shift
The “shift” occurred in a few aspects of my life. First, my feelings have been on fire lately. Let me first remind people I am “highly sensitive & empathetic”. Sometimes I am not sure if it’s me or someone else driving my thoughts or if I am feeling another’s experience. But, it’s been very effective and helpful for the last couple weeks. So thank you if you been channeling some energy my way. 👍

The Cleanse
“This shit has to go” is all I been thinking lately😄 Seriously! I’ve even said it out loud and looked around feeling like I didn’t know where it came from. 😄😄 I’ve been cleaning out closets, cabinets, desk drawers and my head. I’ve been getting rid of whatever feels heavy to me. I have to be lighter to move forward. I’m a pretty bare-bones so I’m not sure how much more I have to unload but suffice to say I’m a minimalist. Only take what you need. Anything else is excessive.

The Blog – Linda Long Writes
I decided to make some changes in the focus and management of my blog. My Intention is to become a “New York Times Best Selling Author”. Wow! Did I just say that out loud to all of my readers? Lol😄 Well, a girl has to think about her future😉 That means it’s time to “get real” about this little hobby of mine. With this in mind, I am now approaching my Blog as a business. Linda Long Writes is a business enterprise. Poetry, Personal Growth Essays and all of my blog content compromise my portfolio of products.

I took sometime to narrow my focus down to things that I’m passionate about including: art, music, drumming, poetry, erotica, photography, writing, yoga and personal growth. I cleaned up the Sidebar to reflect my interests. I also wanted it to be more “Vanilla” so I deleted the “Adult Only” links. Sorry, if you came here for soft porn, you have to move along. Although my posts contain Erotic poetry and seductive art work, let’s remember Erotica is genre of Literature and seductive artwork goes back to the beginning of time. I will not allow my blog to be viewed as pornography or “dirty” poetry. I’m marketing myself a writer not as an adult website. Some shit had to go because it was too much👍

No Comments! It’s always been my practice to moderate comments on my blog. As my blog has grown wildly in popularity, I’ve been getting some crazy ass comments to moderate which have nothing to do with my writing and get very personal. Sorry I don’t care how big your dick is nor do I need your relationship advice👍

My blog is a business. My business is writing. I was deleting more comments than I was approving. For that reason I’ve disable “comments” on my blog until further notice. That shit had to go because it was too much👍

Like-Minded People
I don’t have a whole lot of like-minded people in my life right now. That has to change. Life has changed for me. Holding onto old patterns of interactions is no longer good for me and is holding me back. I now need like-minded people in my life. It’s time to expand my horizons. I have a plan in place for that. I committed to volunteering for a local Art Museum👍
Thinking small wasn’t working for me anymore. That shit had to go👍

The Diet
Two years ago I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease, an Autoimmune Disease. At that time it was suggested that I try the Paleo Diet which is good for putting out the fires of autoimmune illnesses. I bought Robb Wolf’s book,
http://robbwolf.com/shop/products/the-paleo-solution-the-original-human-diet/. At that time I decided it was too much. I was already giving up Gluten. I had also found I had a Shellfish allergy. NO ONE better fucking touch my cheese or Dark chocolate. Period!👍

Things were honky dory for a while. I was feeling great. Until… Until I started noticing subtle changes including some weight gain and hair loss. I am too vain to go through life fat and bald. We must be truthful with ourselves. ✌️Shallow as it sounds I like being sexy💋 Armed with five years of blood work results and reports from Ultrasounds done on the Nodule on my Thyroid, I went to the Doctor. Well, She’s referring me an Endocrinologist who specializes in Hashimoto Thyroiditis because she is fairly certain I have it Guess what? It’s another Autoimmune Disease. 👎 No one told me once you get one of them you are prone to get others. One of the best ways to treat it is a Hormone Balancing Diet such as Paleo😉 Funny how that worked! Back to giving up my cheese and chocolate👎

Well, I broke out Robb’s book and made an appointment with a Nutritional Consultant who also has a degree in Psychology. I wanted someone to support me and guide me through this radical change in diet. It
Is working out great. She is gradually transitioning me over to 100% Paleo. A little more each week.

I’m 11 days into the transition to Paleo. I’m already seeing results. My hair looks great. My skin is brighter and I don’t have bags under my eyes. I took a few pounds and a few more will come off in the coming months. I AM ALL IN! I will not take medicine without first being responsible enough to change my diet. I won’t take herbs, supplements or meds until I see what the dietary changes do. My old way of eating made me sick, fat and almost bald. That shit had to go👍

As a bonus on this post: I added in some photos of my culinary wizardry from tonight’s dinner. I used Spaghetti Squash as pasta for the first time tonight👍❤️ And, I had some Turkey Meatballs and sauce in the freezer. A perfect, inexpensive, easy and delicious meal. The Spaghetti Squash does have a dense pasta carby character to it. It was all Paleo too👍 Score👍

Well, that’s all folks. I’m tired and need to give my brain and fingers a rest❤️👍

Peace🙏
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Diego L. Rodriguez

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Garden Of Passion – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Garden Of Passion – Love, Sex & Poetry
For your enjoyment
I bare entrance
To my secret garden
Of passion
That lies
In the warm moisture
Between my waiting thighs
Revealing my
Lush meadow of
Sumptuous delight
You’ve taken root
And spread your
Unspoken desire
From the lusty
Shadows of my mind
Down to the
The color of Red
Passion on my toes
You pass me
Energy
My garden grows
By your nourishment
And the synergy
Of like minded
Attraction
You feed me
Nourishing me with
The closeness of
Your energy and
The warmth of your eyes
My secret garden
Of arousal is
Open to you
For your gratuitous
Enjoyment
With expectancy
Expectancy
Enter my garden
Assertively
Tend to my
Wildest initiatives
Prune the breathe
Of passion
Of your wild
Free spirited flower
And keep me alive
With the gentleness
Of your soul’s
True character
Enter my garden of
Passion and desire
Enjoy
My amenities
With the dominance
Of a man
Claiming my hips
I open to you
Dig into my soil
And pick your fruit
Wet your lips
With the succulent
Juice of my flowers
If you Nourish me with
With desire and the
Gentleness of your soul
My garden of
Passion
Will forever be for
Your enjoyment
It will be your garden
Of passion and
Desire

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Note:
I was struck by the painting. I saw her standing this way as something I would do to invite my MBE to come inside😉. Sometimes nothing is right in my world until I write an erotic poem to get the mojo going. But I also felt a strong sense of someone needing TLC. I hope this offering is a blend of both erotic desire and genuine affection.

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John Silver

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The Journey Of Me – Poetry

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The Journey Of Me – Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Pieces of a dream
Wash up on
The shore of
My soul
Flooding me
With reflections
Of less complicated times
When the world
Was open
Full of promise
Looking back
In acknowledgement
Of lost opportunity
Of risks never taken
Of words never spoke
Of people
Who I held so tightly
And now
In the truth of today
Seeing who held
Me back
What events changed my fate
How I survived day to day
Rather than lived
If only I could take
Today’s wisdom
And go back
Chose again
The right way
Take the chances
I knew I deserved
Would I
Let go of my
Obligations
To my family
And pursue
My dream
My passion
Standing as a
47 year old woman
I look at my young self
Me before
Life happened
I hold
Her tightly
I love
Her dearly
And I
Allow the tide
To wash her back
Out sea
She’s is not part
Of my life now
I’ve changed
I’m stronger
I’ve reclaimed
My soul
As my own
I took possession
Of my mind
I’m creating my destiny
With each thought
I am create my life
Standing magnificently
In my own splendor
I Know myself
I own myself
I choose something bigger
For myself
Fully engaged
Totally actualized
From the width of
My hips
To the full expression
Of my nipples
I am woman
I am a creator
I create
My life
I create
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Note: Took a moment to reflect on my life. This poem came out of my reflection.

Photo Credit:
Severine Pineaux

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Regretfully, Reluctantly – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

You pulled
The edges of my heart
And opened
Them just wide enough
To slip yourself inside
Without me even
Realizing
You were in there
Now
I find myself
In this precarious situation
I am
Regretfully
Reluctantly
Opening my heart
All the way to you
And inviting you in
Come in
From the cold
I’ll take care of you
After struggling with myself
Debating
The hows and whys
Of you and me
I realized
There really isn’t
Any point
Of me trying to
Resist it
It seems
I miss you
When you are away
I think about you
When we are apart
I worry about you
When you travel
And look forward
To your return
Yep, the evidence
Points in only
One direction
Regretfully
Reluctantly
I must admit
You cracked my heart open
Like a Walnut
And now my affection
For you
Grows deeper and truer
With time
What is it about you
That makes me
So Willing to show you
All of me
Even the parts I
Secretly withheld
From other men
I want you to see them
It blows me away sometimes
How is it possible
How is this happening
How do I need you
More than I ever
Planned on needing anyone
Why do i want you
Only you
To know my truest self
Regretfully
Reluctantly
I surrender
I lay down
The shield to my heart and
Open myself up
To the journey
Of love
And all its complexities
Regretfully
Reluctantly
I need you to know
I want you
I need you
And I think I could be
I’m not sure but
I think I could
Awkwardly
Shockingly
Fall in love
With you
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Note: I thinking about this poem and “my secret flirtation” while drumming yesterday. ❤️ Drumming stirs up some sexual energy so I am not surprised he came to mind😉 It was originally planned to be a sex poem but it shifted into a different direction .

Photo Credit:
Horacio Cardozo

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Herban Legend Drum Circle – Smithville, NJ

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Herban Legend Fall Drum Circle in Smithville, NJ was this afternoon. I wasn’t feeling great but I knew I would have been disappointed if I didn’t go.
I just bought a new drum. I had to go👍😉 So, I went. Oh My God! It was awesome! It felt so good👍

As I was beating my drum like it cheated on me, I felt pure joy. I also thought that I wouldn’t have experienced this kind of day three years ago. I am absolutely positive I would not have gone to drum circle alone, sat in a crowd of 100 people by myself, had my feet barefoot in the grass with a big drum between my legs and beating the crap out of it 👍 It was amazing. I LOVE my new drum. The big drum head gives me plenty of room to move and change rhythms.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Here are some photos and videos of the Circle

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Absolute Beauty Of Life – Daily Prompt

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The Absolute Beauty Of Life

I feel something rising up in me lately. It’s almost like I am breaking through something. Maybe an old paradigm is being broken. Perhaps an old way of thinking is no longer working for me. Maybe a heart once guarded is putting down the shield. The only thing I know for sure is whatever is happening to me is for my highest good. It is good. This I know to be true. I feel it. I sense it. It’s taking me to the very center of my soul. That is absolute beauty.

The other day I found myself bursting into tears as I as driving. As I took a moment to dry my eyes, I realized they were happy tears. I realized I was feeling something profoundly beautiful. I knew something was healed inside of me. I also knew what I was feeling scared the crap out of me. But, it was comforting like a long lost friend returned. It was that moment I knew whatever is rising up in me is good. It’s very good. It’s absolutely beautiful.

I find myself having these profound moments lately where I feel…I feel things intensely. Tears come to my eyes and I have to pause and feel whatever it is. At first, these moments were unsettling. They made me feel vulnerable and weak. In recent weeks I am learning these moments, these emotionally charged moments, are me with all barriers stripped away. In these moments of honesty, truth and vulnerability I see myself clearly. It’s good. It’s very good. It’s absolutely beautiful.

I know people who live life in an illusion. They live in mini-mansions and they are surrounded with superficial happiness. They have all the things they were told would make them happy. Yet, they still don’t know peace. They still feel empty. They still know something is missing. I lived the same way until a few years ago. Illness and a painful end of a relationship pushed me into change. It was in the separation from people, a lifestyle and way of thinking that I found freedom. Without letting go and trusting my intuition I would not be open to life the way I am now. When everything is stripped away there are no illusions. It’s a wonderful time to start everything fresh. It’s the perfect time to welcome truth into your life. Pain was a teacher for me. I chose to heed the wisdom and respect what I was feeling instinctually. That is absolutely beautiful.

Today the deeper I allow my soul to the dive into this sea of emotions and feelings the more I feel my potential blossoming like a flower. It’s opening me in new more beautiful ways with each passing day. I feel my heart opening again. My mind is welcoming new thoughts and ideas. My world is expanding with possibilities and I am embracing my natural capabilities. I am finally embracing my God-given “giftedness” instead of holding back or hiding it. Self-acceptance is absolute beauty.

With all of these wonderful changes also comes a greater ability to discern what and who is good for me. Although I am somewhat open on my blog, I am actually quiet, introverted and pensive in real life. I need people who respect that. Although I am intense, romantic and passionate, I don’t show that side to everyone. If you are lucky enough to experience my intense passionate side, keep it to yourself and cherish the gift I am giving you. I don’t share that with everyone. Even though I am emotional and driven to know myself on the deepest levels, it is not essential for some people in my everyday life to know this aspect of me. Mostly, I know now that I need people who aren’t overwhelmed or intimidated by my intensity. I also like people who aren’t afraid to go where their soul calls them even if it means giving something up today to have something better tomorrow. Knowing you deserve the best in life and not accepting less is absolute beauty.

Joni Mitchell’s “Both Sides Now” is one of my go-to songs when I am feeling the intensity of life. It’s funny because I do really feel like I’ve seen both side now. I know now that I would rather be where I am today and be the woman I am today than where I was three years ago.
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Charlene Van Den Eng

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Legacy – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

My poetry
A legacy
Of written
Desire
That will be
Part
Of our story
My words
Capturing the
First moment
Your eyes
Gave rise
To passion
In my soul
My verses
Weaving our
Hearts together
Slowly
Authentically
One day
One moment
At a time
Sex poetry
Written
For you
In seduction
My lust
Hanging
Off my hips
Desire dancing
In my eyes
My heart
Opens to you
In poetry
Like a kiss
On your lips
My words
Leave a mark
In your soul
Tandem
My heart
Listens to yours
And writes
Our story
In these words
For once
In my life
I understand
What I am choosing
And write
Without
Caution
Now is not a time
For me to be guarded
Not with you
Not now
For once
I am not
Afraid
To reveal
What I’ve
Concealed from others
I will
Show you
Without trepidation
See me
In these words
Understand the
Way my heart beats
As you read
Of sex and love
Know my wild heart
And remember
These words
We’re written for you
Love
Sex
Poetry
Written for you
Authentically
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Note:
First, I just love the artwork on this post. It’s different and I really like it. I am so jonesing for an art weekend in NYC. It’s been a while since I went up and strolled around town going in and out of Art Galleries. 😄

I can’t say one particular thing sparked this poem. I was thinking recently that I am romantic by nature. I am passionate by nature. Reading my blog and this poetry tells my story. It lays my heart out to be seen. Yet, That doesn’t prompt caution in me. Knowing I’m writing genuinely what is in my heart and soul actually brings me refuge, escape and relief. I share these private thoughts and feelings as a way to free what’s in my heart. My poetry is my art and a legacy.

With each passing day MBE’s influence(who by the way looked REALLY HOT today-if only we could have made out. I, for one, would have enjoyed today more if we made out in the late afternoon😉 lol😈🔑💋)… I digressed, feeling his energy around me prompts more authenticity from me because I feel pure acceptance without judgment. It’s easy to be transparent when you don’t fear being seen. It’s actually quite liberating and quite lovely❤️.

Photo Credit:
Stefan Kuhn

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Love Affords No Guarantees – Love, Sex & Poetry

Love Affords No Guarantees – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There’s a change
Coming on the horizon
I feel the Earth
Shifting beneath my feet
It’s making me dizzy
The visions
Are making me nauseous
I feel it coming
It’s rising
Up in me
Pulling me to
The very center
Of my soul
Forcing me to answer
The most important
Question
My heart
Will ever ask…
What would you
Do for love Linda?

I feel the weight
Of the question
Pressing on my chest
It’s choking me today
Hanging in the air
Challenging me
Confronting me
Calling me out
Like a fucking
Child on the school yard
It screams at me
With complete clarity
In this authentic moment
I hear it
Loud and clear
My heart demands
An answer
To its question…
What are you willing
To do for love Linda?

Coyly I play the
Game of semantics
Love? Who said it’s love?
Sexual attraction without doubt
Like without question
But who is calling this love
I feel?
If you are forcing me
To answer your question,
Well, answer mine first
Who called it love?
How could it possibly be?
How could that have happened?
And if it did,
Remind me to beat the shit
Out of the Goalie that
Let that one slip by
Into the net
Answer my question, Linda…
What would you do for love?

Why do I need to answer?
Why me?
Why do I need to say “it” first?
What if it’s not true?
What if it is just like?
What if I overwhelm
Him with
The intensity
Of my emotions?
And answer the question…
What would you do for love, Linda?

In a soft quiet voice she
Spoke her truth and said,
I would say it first
I would look right in his eyes
Push my fears aside
I would steady my nerves
I would man-up
And admit
My heart belongs to him
I would say
I know there are
Possibilities for growth &
Change on the horizon for him
I want what’s best for him

Free falling
Tumbling
Down
I fell so fucking hard
I knocked the
Sense right out of head
What the fuck?
I feel the free fall

I would blurt out
But I just found you…
As tears well
In my eyes
I just found you…
What would you
Do for love, Linda?

The question
Rests heavy
On my heart
Today
Anxiety held me captive
I could only breathe
When I saw his face
This afternoon
Then I knew
What I would do for love
Then I said
Fucker
Bastard
Stroll up in here
While I’m having
An existential crisis
Fuck you
Awe, but
You look really cute today
Wanna make out?
With fists in the air
I let go
And silently screamed
FUCK ME! CRAP!
It really wasn’t pretty
Not pretty at all

She gained her composure
And thought…
In a private moment
With my soul laid bare
To his beautiful eyes
I would say it out loud
To him
I would sing it – out of key
I sing like crap
I would whisper it in his ear
I would move
Yes
I would move
If he wanted me
To go with him
I would leave my
Ocean view behind
And go wherever
He goes
I would start over
Somewhere new
With him
If he wanted me to
That’s what
I would do for love

I am not afraid
That’s my truth
He doesn’t have
To leave me behind
I would go with him
If the time was right
And he wanted me to go
I would
Yes, I would
Take a chance on love

If the opportunity is presented to him
He will not lose me
He doesn’t have to choose
I would go with him
That’s what I would do
For love

I would change
I would let go
I would start over
I would trust my instincts
And free fall into love
Love affords no guarantees
But I would take a chance
For the sake of having
No regrets

If he needs to know
What would I do
For love
I would put
My hand in his
I would rest
My faith
In his warm eyes
I would give my
Heart to his
I would start over
Somewhere new
With him
That’s what I would
Do for love
I can breathe again

But I still think
He’s a God damn bastard
Because I wasn’t looking
For this
I just thought he was cute
And wanted to fuck
And now
Well, now…
I’m willing to take chance
On love again
Fuck me
Here I go again…
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: Let me first apologize for the strong language content of this Poem. I curse😈 So does my Mom and we are all good with being Lady-like and shit like that. I’m a city girl😉

I had a pretty strong case of anxiety today. This freaking question kept coming back to me “What would you do for love?” It was driving me crazy because I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Shut up already, will ya? I need some peace. The anxiety didn’t leave me until I gave in and really thought about it. I needed to answer the question. Now I know what I would do for love. I know if he needs me to say it, if he needs to hear it, if he needs me to own it, I’m woman enough to do it.

But I believe life is a mirror. Perhaps, what’s been working on me has also been weighing on his mind. Maybe he should pull the thread to the question and find out what he would do for love, if that’s what it is…still not conceding that one. My Mom told me to always go down swinging. Lol😉

Perhaps, it’s time we live in honesty. Would he be willing free fall with me? Would he be willing to let go of what he knows for something that affords no guarantees? Would he show up at my door with his heart in his hands knowing that I’ll keep it safe for him? Would he take a chance for me, in me and with me? What would he do for love?

This poem is called “Love Affords No a Guarantees. That is line from the Lenny Kravitz song, “Heaven Help”. Check out the video. It’s one of my very favorite songs and really touched my heart today❤️

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