Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Kismet

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Kismet
By: Linda A. Long

There has to be
Something pre-destined
About Connections
Such as ours
Perhaps
Our lives were always
Meant to merge
At this time
Now
In this way
As if it was
Planned like this
From the start
As the layers
Of our attraction
Deepen
With the passage
Of time
It’s the complexities
Of our combined
Energetic force and
The pure power
Of our union
That I find most
Rewarding and engaging
You make me better
As if we were two halves
Who are slowly realizing
We make a better whole
The force of our
Joint evolution
Makes us both stronger
And creates growth
Movement
Where there was stagnation
Spiritually
Intellectually
Holistically
As we weave together
and move
In and out
Of each other’s experience
We are turning our
Otherwise mundane lives
Upside down with
Unexpected passion
Renewed enthusiasm
Trust
Comfort
And for me
The emergence of
A strong belief
That something bigger
Than us individually
Is happening to us
Collectively
As if by divine intervention
The Angels
Turned our heads
To each other
Until we finally
Opened our eyes to the
Person right
In front of us
To see the potential
To reach for something more
And found the courage
To finally demand
What we both rightfully deserve
In our lives
There had to be a reason
We lived our lives apart
Until only
Finding each other
In recent years
Perhaps we weren’t
Ready for the intensity
Of our union until now
Maybe we both
Still had to grow
And yes,
Perhaps we both still
Had karmic relationships to complete
But now it feels like
Your karma
Is with me
Just as my Dharma
Is in you
As our shared intentions
Effortlessly align
I no longer
Can image
A life
For myself
Without you in it
Tonight as I write
These words
I live in this moment
Of intense truth
And perhaps
For the first time
I see true kismet
In my life
It has to be kismet
There’s no other
Explanation but
Kismet
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

“Life is best when lived passionately”

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Note: Just musing about some deep shit tonight and, of course, MBE😁💋❤️😈🔥😇

Photo Credit I like this photo. I found it on a google search for “erotic couples”💋😈

Music: “When Love Comes To Town” ~ U2 & B.B. King

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Lean Into Me

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Lean Into Me
By: Linda A. Long

Lean in
Lean all the way in
Come close enough
Until you
Are held safely in
My aura
Stay here
And refresh yourself
With the soft gentle
Vibration of my essence
Warm and inviting
To your weary mind
Come close
Breath the sweet
Scent of Lavender
That surrounds my body
Let it soothe your
Racing mind
And slow down
Your vibration
Until you are in
Perfect sensual harmony
With me
Lean into me
Follow the key of gratitude
Into my soft ample cleavage
Until you see
The top of my bra
Holding my nipples back
From sliding into
Your mouth
Watch my breasts
Rise and fall
With each Inhalation
I pull you further in
With each exhalation
I surrender erotically to you
Until all of me
Is under your control
Lean in close enough
Until you are close enough
To feel
My warm breathe
Against your cheek
And see my legs
Quiver ever so slightly
As you move
Ever so closer
To the source
Of my fire
Balance yourself
Gingerly between
The arch in my back
And slight separation
Between my thighs
Wanting to touch me
Under my skirt
Lean in
Close enough
To hear my
Heart race with
Excitement for you
As your eyes meet mine
Hang for a minute
On the curve of my lips
Inviting you
For a taste
Taste me
Lean in
Until you hear
Me whisper
My desires
Into your ear
Softly saying your name
Wrapping my
Sexuality around
Your waist
I’ll pull you tighter
Until you are
Inside of me
Swimming in my
Erotic waters
Come further inside me
Until we explode
With lust
Yes please
Lean into me
Lean in
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Note: People have been using the phrase “lean in” a lot lately. I guess it stuck in my head. Lean in MBE😈💋❤️🔥😇

Photo Credit
The Marilyn Monroe nude collection from 1953. You find the images just about anywhere online.

Music: Rhinnanon by Fleetwood Mac. I like this version from “The Dance”

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Love Again

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Love Again
By: Linda A. Long

Tonight
When the moon
Shines bright
On the
Dark shadows
Of your mind
And you
Find yourself
Restless with
The heat of desire
Burning between your
Legs for me
Will you count
The ways
You would fuck me
Tonight instead
Of counting sheep
Do you see
My breasts bouncing
Rhythmically
As if hypnotizing
You into dreamland
Where I wait
For you
With legs spread
While you lay
In bed tonight
Will you twist
One way
To forget me
And hope to escape
The pressure
Of desire throbbing
Between your legs
Do you turn the other way
And silently
Say my name
Knowing somehow
I hear you
You know
I hear you
Hearing you
Call my name
As if from deep
Within my soul
My heart pounds
With excitement
For you
My master
I lay naked
In submission to
The wanting
That hardens
Between your legs
Hardens
For my attention
Only my attention
Awake
Alert
Just as you are
I count the orgasms
I have as I imagine
My vibrator
To be your cock
Fucking me
Knowing that
Some how
Some way
Tonight you know
I’m restless
Tonight you know
My thoughts
Are the fire
You feel between
Your legs
My body
Is the ache
Your feel
In the depth
Of your soul
Some how
Some way
Tonight you know
I am the
Love
You now feel again
In your heart
Tonight
You now know
I am your
Love
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: If MBE was here with me tonight, he would be getting quite a workout😈🔥💋❤️😄😉

Photo Credit
http://www.fineartamerica.com

Music: My absolute favorite Billy Joel song “You’re My Home”

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Edge Of Attraction

  
Edge Of Attraction
By: Linda A. Long

My leg
Brushed yours
Under the table
An electric spark
Shot up through
My body
Straight into
My vagina
I was wet for you
Sitting there
Wet for you
Knowing
We couldn’t
Touch each other
Wanting to feel
Your hands
Against my skin
But knowing
It wasn’t the place
People talk
I listen
But my mind
Is thinking about
Your warm hands resting
On my thighs
Wanting you to
Slowly slide your
Hand up leg to feel
How I desire you
Touch me
I notice
You are restless too
Are you sharing
My thoughts
Are you drifting
Out of the
Conversations
And drifting yourself
Between my legs
Where sex and love
Waits for you
Are you
On your knees
Before me
Tasting me
As you feel me
Orgasm on your mouth
As your fingers
Tap the arm
Of the chair
Are you wishing
You could slide
Them between
My legs
And feels
My wetness
As you loose focus
Of the task
At hand
Are you pulling
My spread legs
Onto your
Hard cock
And entering me
With pent up force
Of our attraction today
Pushing against
Our inhibitions
Trying to break thru
Appropriateness
Into reality
Do you pull
Your thoughts back
From the watery
Depths between my legs
As you sit up
A little straighter
I close my knees
A little tighter
As try to free
Myself from the blue
In your eyes
As if this will
Return me from the edge
Of our attraction
Only to notice you
Watching me
Walk away
The river of lust
Flows between
My legs for you
As I sit
Back and wait
For you to meet me
On the edge
I am
Naked to your eyes
Laying on the edge
Of lust
In the swell
Of our attraction
I meet you
On edge of
Lust and love
You are not alone
In your thoughts
I am lying
There with you
On the erotic
Edge of our
Attraction
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I was thinking MBE needed some erotica from me today😈💋🔥😉😁😇Now that my four day migraine is finally gone I can finally write again🙏

When selecting images to use on my blog, I prefer to use Black & White Nudes that are suggestive and artistic without being pornographic. I also try to find images that tie into the story in the poetry. It took me a while to find this. I saw things I’ll never be able to unsee. lol😆

Photo Credit
Lindsay Garnett – http://www.fineartamerica.com

Music: “LA Woman” By The Doors
The rumor is Jim Morrison faked his death. I would like to believe that is true. I would like to believe that he saw that life was destroying him and he got out BEFORE it killed him.I will always love his voice❤️💋

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Without You

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Without You
By: Linda A. Long

I kissed you
Goodbye
Even if it was
Only in my thoughts
I kissed you
Goodbye
As you left
The crowded room
Could you hear
My heart beating
In the distance
I shifted in my chair
As my arousal for you
Churned between my legs
My nipples
Were erect under
My sweater
To sound of your voice
As you stepped
Out the door
I followed you
And kissed you
Goodbye
Before you
Leave again
Steal a moment
With me
In a dark corner
Wrap your arms
Around my waist
And share
An enchanted
Stolen kiss
Before you
Leave me
Again
Stop
Take me
With you
I whispered
Your name
As the door closed
I’ll go with you
I said
With thoughtful intent
I’ll stay by
Your side
We’ll talk
Endlessly over dinner
And laugh
Awkwardly
As we rush
To undress each other
We’ll
Slide our bodies
On the soft hotel sheets
And spend
Each night
Making love
To each other
As if we
Are teenagers
And this is our
First love
I will fall asleep
With my legs
Crossed over yours
With my head
Softly on your
Shoulder
Where I will nibble
Just a bit
To wake you
Before daylight
You’ll fuck me
With dominance
Before sunrise
As you watch
The sun rise
Over my ass
You’ll taste me
One last time
Before you
Finally release
And collapse
On my back
You’ll tell me
We have to
Shower together to
Conserve water
You always
Make me laugh
I’ll oblige your request
And offer my
Wet naked body
For you to wash
With each sensual
Brush against my skin
I’ll give more
Of myself
In one final kiss
You’ll leave
I’ll stay in bed
And wait for
You to return
Take me with you
It’s boring here
I’m here
Without you
Take me
With you
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note:MBE goes away entirely too much for my liking. I may have to sneak away with him sometime😉 Just something to fantasize tonight while I’m trying to fall into Golden Slumbers…❤️😈🔥☺️

Photo Credit
Google search for black & white nude photography

Music:

“Golden Slumbers” by The Beatles

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Suspension

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Suspension
By: Linda A. Long

Suspended
By thoughts
Of lust and desire
I hang in time
Naked and exposed
To your obsessions
I offer my body
As the souvenir
Of your conquest
Of my inhibitions
Broken by your
Masterful hold
Over my nipples
They arise
To meet
The slight tickle
Of your tongue
As the soft warm
Arousal spreads
Through my body
Taking your time
You savor
The slow build
Of my excitement
Rolling like waves
As you pay
Careful attention
To each breast
With your fingers
And your mouth
As my bodyresponds
To your with favor
I beg
I beg of you
For the pleasure
Of your touch
As my legs
Spread in anticipation
Of the warmth
Of your fingers
Making first contact
In the center
Of my wetness
With every moan
You press deeper
Until my body
Moves in rhythm
With the growing
Sensation of
Lust
I see in your eyes
Lick me
I whisper in a low
Voice echoing
Into your ears
Fuck me
I say
As I arch my back
And wait
For you to enter me
In this
Place of erotic suspension
Hanging in the privacy
Of the intentions we share
I wait
In suspension
For our next encounter
To nourish my
Creative spirit
And
Stimulate erotica
Written for you
In our game
If erotic suspension
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I love the illusion of this photo. She’s hanging in a space in time as if put there by a man in some erotic game. If only MBE was an Illusionist – the weightless erotic fun we could have. He could suspend me for his pleasure in the middle of the room😈 It’s fun having a good imagination. 😉💋❤️😈🔥☺️

Photo Credit
http://www.illusion.scene360.com

Music: “Dream On” by Aerosmith – A great version with the California Children’s Choir in tribute to Boston Bombing Victims.

Visitation Dream

  
I’m not feeling particularly creative this week. I haven’t written any poetry since earlier in the week. Nothing is wrong. It’s just no words of poetry are coming to me. The creative Chi isn’t flowing as it normally does. Therefore, I am writing journal entry style blog to help get rid of the clutter in my head and move some things along.

I’m kind of surprised my creativity is not flowing this week. I’ve had stimulation from “Preppy Muse” that normally would have sparked a good sex poem. It sparked some good afternoon fantasies but words did not jump out of my head into my blog.

I’ve been very keeping good spiritual practices too which normal helps creative flow. I’ve been meditating, smudging, repeating mantras and allowing myself space to breathe. While all of my spiritual efforts have grounded me quite nicely, the relaxed vibe hasn’t risen any sexy prompts for poems. One of the benefits of the grounding practices I’ve been doing is that I’m not really picking up any emotional issues from others. As an Empath, I often get bombarded with heavy energies. It can be stressful and overwhelming for me. I think I’ve been able to tune the emotions of others out so well this week because I am feeling very grounded. I’ve been able to focus my energies more because I feel steady and strong.

When I got home last night, I turned on my Salt Lamps which are good for counteracting the overstimulation of electronics. Ive been sleeping better since I started using the Himalayan Salt Lamps for a few hours each night. The give off a very soft pretty light and they good for indoor air quality too. Follow the link to learn more about Himalayan Salt Lamps, http://wellnessmama.com/23569/himalayan-salt-lamp-benefits/. I also burned some Sage last night to smudge, clean the energy, in my condo. I slept great and then I had a visitor😄👻😇

While I was sleeping, I started to have the sensation that someone was bouncing on my bed. Someone was moving my arm and telling me to get up and then I heard bells ringing. The interesting thing was I could not open my eyes or move. It was then I heard someone saying, “Linda, yes it’s me. I know you can hear me.” Half asleep but feeling kind of awake I found myself at the bottom of the staircase in my Mother’s home. I thought it was my Mother calling to me. As I started to walk up the stairs I realized it was my deceased sister, Sandy, standing at the top. I said her name. We both started crying as I walked up the stairs. By the time I got to the top, we both were telling each other how much we missed each other. As I went to embrace her, my arms went through her but I could feel her wrap her arms around me. She took me to a room. It looked like her old bedroom. And she told me she lived there now. She just wanted to see me. She said something to me but I couldn’t hear what she said. Then I heard her say, “about that, maybe you should do both of them at the same time.” I asked her what she was talking about. But I started waking up. I felt the bed move again. The bells rang again. And I slowly opened my eyes. It was 4:00am.

This isn’t the first time this has happened to me and I’ve accepted it won’t be the last. Visitations from deceased loved ones while dreaming is quite normal. However, it usually only happens to people who are open and ready for it. I hope she comes to talk to me every night and actually I hope she brings my Dad along with her sometime. The vision and her voice was as clear as if she was standing right in front me. I think keeping myself grounded with good spiritual practices is also helping my sixth sense be more receptive. For more information on Visitation Dreams, http://omtimes.com/2013/02/why-the-deceased-show-up-in-your-sleep/

Well, hopefully some poetry will tomorrow now that I got the clutter out of my head. It’s only 7:00pm and I’m having a hard time staying awake. I got a lot of sun today and it’s making me sleepy😄😴
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Photo Credit Unknown. found on Google image search.

Music: “Because You Loved Me” ~ Celine Dion

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Hearts

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Hearts
By: Linda A. Long

I closed my eyes
And placed
My hand
Against your chest
If just for a moment
To feel the rhythm
Of your heart
Vibrate through me
Nourishing me
There’s a subtle echo
In the wind
Chanting your name
In the soft
Ocean rolls
Outside my window
Slowing the speed of my thoughts
Down long enough
For me hear
The call of intuition
Beseeching me
To open my senses
And let you in
Softly floating into
My meditative state
As I breathe in
One
Two
Three
Four
Hold
One
Two
Breathe out
One
Two
Three
Four
Hold
One
Two
I focus on regulating
My breathe
I feel your energy
Rise higher
Into my subconscious
I’m here
I say to you
I’m here
Close your eyes
You will feel me
I’m here
My hand
Rests in yours
Warm soft reassuring
I give you strength
My trust lies at your feet
I believe in you
In the deep
Rolling waves
Of my mind
To rise up to greet you
On this beautiful night
Extending out my hand
I say to you
Meet me,
At my heart
There’s a soft place
For you to land
Close your eyes
And meet me,
At my heart
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I had a good run of sex poems going. But, tonight I was inspired to write a love poem. I’ve been meditating quite a bit lately. My last two meditations have been very focused on Heart Chakra opening exercises to allow love to flow freely and easily. While meditating, I could see myself standing with one hand on my chest and one hand on MBE’s chest saying, “Meet me, at my heart.”

When I meditate, I usually repeat this Metta Prayer. I find it very soothing. I wanted to share it with anyone who needs to find some peace tonight!

  

Photo Credit Ernesto Garcia Peña, 1949 | Abstract Figurative
http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com

Music:This video is awesome. “Gimme Shelter” from the Playing for Change Youtube series.


Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Midnight 

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Midnight
By: Linda A. Long

The clock
Struck midnight
She was fast asleep
When there was
A knock at the door
It was him
Standing before her
In the middle of the night
It was the man
With the crystal blue eyes
Her head raced
With scattered thoughts
She wondered
How she looked
Was her hair
Sticking up
As she invited him in
She sensed
His urgency
She felt urgency
She felt
He needed her
Now
It must be now
Now
I won’t wait
Said his eyes
As his lips met hers
He slowly backed
Her up against the wall
The full force
Of his body
Pressed against her
She hungrily
Sucked on his tongue
To taste his desire
He spoke no words
None were needed
His body was telling
Her everything
She wanted to know
He still had her pinned
Against the wall
In the entrance way
As his hands
Slide over her body
Feeling the fullness
Of her breasts
Grabbing her ass
In both hands
As he buried
His face between
Her breasts
With one hand
He pinned her arms
Over her head
And slid his hand
Down her pants
Until he felt
Her wetness
With every stroke
Of his hand
She surrendered
More of herself
To him
Until she came
On his fingers
And screamed
In ecstasy
Fuck me
Now
Fuck me
Right here
Fuck me
Their clothes feel
To the floor
Along with their bodies
Laying naked
In the hallway
Touching
Licking
Sucking
Each other
As if they
Were eating a last meal
They devoured each other
The only words spoken
Were words of desire
As they lost themselves
In their sexual Union
Her legs spread wider
As he sucked
On her pussy
And pinched her nipples
Coming again
In his mouth
She pushed
Him back
On the floor
And straddled him
She took him
All the way in
Deep within her
She stopped moving
For just a moment
She wanted feel
Every second
Of his penetration
Slowly she moved her hips
And circled her
Hips around his cock
Until she couldn’t
Contain herself
For another second
Until she broke free
Of all the restrictions
That were between them
In that moment
She let go
Of everything she
Knew about who
They were
And only knew
One thing to be true
He was inside of her
As the inhibitions
Cascaded down
The slippery slope
Of her vagina
She felt every part
Of her body
Take ownership of him
Claiming every inch
Of his soul
With each scream
She assimilated
His energy
Into her body
With each thrust
Of her hips
The Queen
Ruled the King
As she took his chin
Into her hand
She looked into his beautiful
Blue eyes
And said
“Mine
You are
Mine”
That night she
Fucked him
Like he’s never been
Fucked before
Afterwards they laid
Silently entangled
In each other’s auras
Knowing what’s
They know
There’s something special
Happening between them
It doesn’t come along every day
Especially at their age
Sensing theirs was a bond
That was deeper than sex
Yet lustier than friendship
They laid somewhere
In the middle
Of a place
Neither one of them
Expected to be
Especially together
They found themselves
Laying in the middle
Of love
They were in love
And that changed everything
Everything
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I have a headache. I’m on the sofa taking it easy. One thing lead to another and then another. And eventually it inspired a poem.


Also, MBE is hot, really hot… just sayin’😉😈🔥🔥🔥🔥 ☺️💋❤️

Photo Credit
http://www.obsessionart.com
“In Her Own Time” By Jim Young

Music:
Led Zepplin ~ “Whole Lotta Love”

Love, Sex & Poetry – Cuffed

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

Follow me
Down into
Your wildest fantasy
I’ll lead the way for you
I’ll take
Your thoughts
To the very edge
Of erotic reason
And pepper
Every moment
Of your day
With the promise
Of me surrendered
To you
I am cuffed
By soft
Satin threads of
The collective
Forces of our
Lustful desire
Linking me to you
Pushing the forces
Of lust
Against my lips
The friction
Leaves me wet for you
I’ll be the
Sultry tour guide
In the erotic fantansies
Flashing in your mind
I’ll preview the
Coming attractions
Relaying the naughtiest
Of my thoughts
To you as you sleep
Leading you into
Secret world
In my vagina
That flashes to you
Every time
Our eyes meet
You see into
My secret world
Of erotic words
and images
I keep hidden
From the rest
I welcome you
Follow me
Into my secret
Sexual fantasy world
Handcuffed to the
Power of masculine energy
I sit obediently
Begging in earnest
As my vagina
Throbs for
Your attention
I’ll whisper
“Yes sir”
“As you wish”
“I am here for
Your pleasure”
As you dominate me
With the gentlest
Of persuasions
I’ll open myself
Wider
As you tease me
Longer
Dangling the fruit
Of your lips
In front of me
Blowing a soft
Breeze against my thighs
As I quiver
Tugging assertively
On my erect nipples
Softly running
Your hand down my leg
Stroking the fire
Of your woman’s desire
Leaving me to hang
At the edge
Of climax until I
Panting for
The heat of your
Hand, mouth & cock
Between my legs
Look into my eyes
You know who
I am
I allow you
To see me
The same way
I’ll allow you
To own me
I’ll be under your
Masterful control
We’ll explore
Our new
Erotic fantasy world
Together
I’ll leave my
Inhibitions in your hands
As I remain
Cuffed in submission
You hold my key
I sit
At your feet
Cuffed
It is only you
Who can set me free
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: MBE🔥🔥🔥 Not really sure what it is about the preppy look or if it is just really cute on him. But, I certainly like it on him. I get creative mojo from his masculine energy & manly attentions☺️

I’m writing as much as I can to take advantage of the creative mojo while words and images are flowing freely. Some days I get stuck. I try to write when things are flowing. Also, I hope to post a lot of poetry in the next few weeks to drive up my Page Visits. I am only about 1,300 hits away from 100,000 total due in large part to MBE sparking me to write.

What I am doing right now, writing, is my passion. Putting my deepest my erotic thoughts into words is great fun for me. It’s what makes sense in my world. When I have nothing else, I have words.

While I like my day job, it is not my passion. It’s a way to make a comfortable secure living. It doesn’t excite me. This excites me. This makes my heart race. This makes me happy. Therefore, I need a man in my life who knows how to stir my juices & push me to write poetry. MBE does that🙏😄💋❤️

Photo Credit I found the image on Pinterest. But, I don’t know who the photographer is.

Music: This is a very sexy song… “Criminal” by Fiona Apple

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Shy

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Shy
By: Linda A. Long

Psst…
You over there
With the crystal
Baby blues
Get over here
You heard me
Get
Over
Here
Come on
Don’t be shy
Sneak over here
Indulge me
For just a few minutes
Today
You see
I’ve been thinking
Thinking about
You
Well
Pardon me
If I blush
But
When you are near me
It’s just that
You make me
Wet
Yes
You make me wet
There I said it
Would you be embarrassed
If I asked you to
Slide your hand
Up my skirt to
Feel how much
I want you
Today
I’d like to look
Into your eyes
And whisper
Delicious erotic poetry
To the rhythm
Of your fingers
As they are
Inside of me
I feel the urge to nibble
Ever so softly
On your earlobe
While your fingers
Slide in and out of me
I need to
Spread my legs
A little wider
As you bite
Assertively on my nipples
No please
Don’t be shy
I promise you
I will lose all inhibitions
The moment
I feel the electricity
If your touch
Charged against my skin
Get
Over
Here
So I can
Wrap my legs
Around your hips
And run
My fingers through
Your hair
While you
Slowly work me
Into an orgasm
With your fingers
I’ll kiss your lips
With the passion
You deserve
But never expected
I’ll give you
What you need
Ask me
Ask for what
You want
No
Demand it
Demand it of me
In your sexy assertive voice
Push me down
Onto my knees
And tell me
How to support you
I’ll open my mouth
In submission
I’ll submit erotically
I know
You are not shy
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: MBE 🔥🔥🔥🔥It’s that damn preppy look of his that gets me every time.lol☺️😈💋 He’s a candyman and I have a sweet tooth ☺️💋❤️

Photo Credit http://www.fineartamerica.com – nude photography

Music:
This song seemed appropriate for today. He’s a candyman….
“Candyman” by Christina Aguleria

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Something 

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Something
By: Linda A. Long

There’s something
In the way
She walks
That makes him
Stop and watch her
Perhaps
It’s the laces in her shoes
That make him want to
Tie her arms
To the bedposts
Or maybe it’s
The stiletto in the heels
He wished were resting
On his shoulders
As he licked
Her to the edge
Of climax
Maybe there’s something
About the look
In her eye today
That is making him
Restless with distraction
As he imagines her
Spread eagle
In front of him
She’s naked on the table
In front of him
It’s hard to focus today
Maybe there’s something
In the way she talks to him
With just a touch
Of flirtation
In her voice that
He knows it’s
Not just her body
He lusts for
It’s her
It’s her mind
Her soul
Her essence
Her spark
He lusts for
There’s something more
Much more
Yes
He would like
To bend her
Over his desk and
Fuck her
Yes
He wants to hear her
Scream his name
Now
Yes
Now
At this moment
He wants to be
Inside of her
But he knows
He knows it is
More than just
Lust
Sex
Fucking
With her
It’s more
Maybe there’s something
In the way
She leads him
Ever so gingerly
To the deepest part
Of his soul
Slowly she reflects
Like a mirror to him
They grow
Individually but closer together
Maybe it’s in the way
She senses what he needs
Without him telling her
That makes him know
He can trust her
Believe in her
He can finally
Stop holding his breath
And sleep
In their
Intimacy
Yes, it is
Intimacy
Perhaps it’s in the intimacy
That is growing between them
That makes him
Want to spend
Every night
Sleeping in her arms
Perhaps it is
In the way
She is showing him
He deserves to be
Loved
Honored
Admired
Adored
That is making him fall
Free fall down into
Her soul
To the Truth
His truth
That now lies in her soul
Maybe it’s in the truth
He sees in her eyes
That makes him know
There’s something
About her
He wants near him
For the rest of his life
As he watches her
Walk out of the room
He glances down
To see the curve
Of her leg in
The skirt
He glances for a moment
At her shoes
And smiles
Because he knows
She dressed
For him today
There’s something about him
That makes her wet
Maybe it’s knowing
She’s wet for him
That makes him know
She’s his
All of her is his
And that makes it all
Worth it
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: I was driving up to Philly today and had a hot sexy erotic poem come to me. I saw an image of a lace up boot while searching for photography to use on my blog. It made me think of bondage poetry. I stopped at Wawa for more coffee & wrote half the poem. I then continued my trip north. I sat down to finish the hot erotic poem when I home.


Well, funny thing happened to my hot erotic poem. It turned into a erotic love poem inspired by MBE. I guess that is what I was supposed to write tonight ❤️💋🔥🙏😉😇

Photo Credit Google image search

Music: “Something In The Way She Moves ~ James Taylor

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Lick The Salt

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Lick The Salt
By: Linda A. Long

Lick the salt
From the nape
Of my neck
Now
I am begging you
Do it now
Right now
As I sit
With my legs spread
For you
Lick my salt
At this moment
On the day
Of your birthday
I want
To feel your
Strong masculine
Dominant energy
Slide up my thighs
And take possession of
The submissive
Sexual slave that
Lives within me
A submissive slave lives
Within me
You are miles away
From me now
But I still feel
Your lust spark
A fire within my vagina
Let’s use the power
Of our thought energy
To connect
Through the miles
And share
The sexual space
In our minds
Take my hand
As I lead you
Up my thighs and
Through the maze
Of my sexual fantasies
From my eyes to yours
I’ll flash images
Of my hard nipples
Begging for your pinch
Images of me
With my vibrator
Between my legs
Images of you
Licking the salt
On my thighs
Before you spread my
Legs and taste my juice
On the walls of our minds
You will see images of me
Leading you
Into the
To the wet desire
Waiting for you
Between my legs
On this day
The day of your creation
Make monumental sexual
Memory with me
By celebrating this day
Licking the salt
Off my sweaty skin
As you fuck me
Deliriously into
The submission
Of your commanding spirit
Now possess me now
Close your eyes
And have me now
Mr. Blue Eyes
If you close your eyes
We can be together now
Lick the salt
And taste my desire
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note: Hmm? I need to go shopping. I need garter belt & stockings. MBE needs to come home some day and find me waiting for him with just a garter & stockings staring out my window at the ocean. lol 🔥💋😈❤️😉😇

Photo
Neil Buchan-Grant
http://www.fineartamerica.com ~ Nude Photography

Music: “Love Me Two Times” ~ Joan Jett (Cover)

http://youtu.be/KWOSyW-lS2g


Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Sex & Champagne

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Sex & Champagne
By: Linda A. Long

Join me
In the comfort
Of my bed
We will honor
The day
Of your birth
With Champagne
A Champagne brunch
Drink it from my mouth
As you kiss me Frenchly
Drizzle it down my body
As you
Suck it
From my nipples
Massage it
Into my breasts
As you mold them
To the shape
Of your hands
Line my back with
With bubbly kisses
Until you bite
My ass as
You feel
The wetness between my legs
I will be
Your brunch
Eat me
Deliciously
Satisfy the hunger
That builds when
We are near each other
Savoring every part
Of my body
As you sample
The flavors of
My desire for you
Pour the last drops
Of sweet bubbly
Intoxication
Into my pussy
And drink it from me
Hold me
To your mouth
Like a goblet
And drink me
Drink me down
Taste the divine mixture
Of Champagne and
The juice of my pussy
As it runs
Down the edges
Of your mouth
Binge on me
As I moan
Your name
When you are
Full of my juice
Slide your cock
Inside of me
And thrust
Thrust until the
Last bit
Of pent up desire
Explodes into me
Leaving me full
Of your energy
Lying next
To you
Smelling of your
Sex and Champagne
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Note:
MBE’s birthday is later this week. I’m starting his birthday week today by turning up the heat🔥I offer Sex & Champagne to start off the week for him. The little naughty voice inside of me told me he needs it from me today. He needs it BAD😄😈❤️💋🔥😇

Photo Credit
http://www.fineartamerica.com ~ Nude Photography

Music “Do You Wanna Touch Me” ~ Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Pennies From Heaven

  
It’s a common belief by spiritual practioners that finding coins in your path is actually Spirit communicating with you. I remember hearing that a long time ago. But, I forgot about it until just recently.

It’s been my practice to use my strong instincts and intuitive nature to make important decisions for myself. I find I’m happier this way and I make better decisions. Additionally, I’ve noticed in the last year that my intuitive gifts and my abilities to receive messages from Spirit has stregthened. A good friend who is a professional Psychic told me it’s because I’m open to them and they know I hear them. She also told me I’ve always had the gift. I just never really accepted it, trusted it or nurtured it. In the last year, I’ve been nurturing it and have noticed it strengthening.

In recent weeks I’ve been feeling like big changes are coming in my life. It almost feels like God is getting me ready for something. Choices are being laid before me and I’ve been called to trust my ability to make good decisions.

Last Monday morning I asked my deceased sister, Sandy, a question related to work. I said to her, “Give me a sign. Yes or no. I need a yes or no. Then I’ll know what to do.” The question I asked was “Am I meant to be here – in this place, doing this work and with this man?”

Around 10:00am I found a brand new shiney 2015 Penny with Heads facing up under my work chair. I rolled over it. At first I didn’t think much about it and then I remembered Pennies From Heaven😉 My Psychic friend told me earlier this year that 2015 was a big year for me and someone close to me. Big changes; good changes. She told me my whole life would change for the better by the end of this year. I took the 2015 Penny as confirmation of what she said. I also intrepreted finding it on Heads as, “Yes, you are meant to be there, doing that work, in that place with that man.” 😄👍

In the last of couple months a few friends have been encouraging me to buy a condo in the building I live in now. I love it here. But, I’ve been reluctant to buy as I feel like more is coming to me. The last week I let my rational mind control me. I actually started thinking about working with a realtor. This was on my mind all morning. As I drove home I asked Spirit, “What do you think, Yes or No? Is it a good idea for me to buy a condo?”

I was in my bedroom changing my clothes to go for a walk on the boardwalk. I moved my purse off the dresser to find my keys. It was then I saw something shiney under my Himaylian Salt Lamp. I found another shiney new 2015 Penny but this time it was on Tails. I took a picture of it because I couldn’t believe it. At that moment I heard in my heart my sister say, “more is coming. You deserve more. 2015!” Finding the penny with Tails facing up meant NO. Don’t buy yet. More is coming. WOW😄👻

Spirit you are welcomed to chat with me unless I tell you I want privacy😉 And, I absolutely love the Penny thing👍😄

Keep your eyes open for your own messages. Your angels and guides are trying to help you. Trust that little voice. Believe in that strange coincidence. Know you are loved and your guides are trying to protect you. Lastly, be on the lookout for coins. Spirit especially likes to toss coins to get your attention.

http://www.ask-angels.com/spiritual-guidance/finding-dimes-pennies-from-heaven/

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Here’s the penny I found earlier today👍😄
  
The Music is, of course, “Pennies From Heaven”. I chose Sarah Vaughn as I love that old style sound.

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Serendipity

 
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Serendipity
By: Linda A. Long

Speak to me
Tonight
From the depths
Of your passion
I promise
I will hear your voice
I will follow it
As it leads me
Down into the
Center of your universe
I’ll will lay naked on
The floor of your world
With my arms and legs open
To feel the weight
Of your body
On top of mine
I will press my ear
Against the wall of your soul
From this distance
And listen to
The pattern of your speech
As it
Regulates my heart rhythm
And syncs it up
With yours
Whisper to me
In the naked hush
Of this genuine love
We found
Serendipitously
I will lay open and ready
To glide into your
Dreams tonight
On the wings
Of our spirit guides
As the Angels
Open our eyes and hearts
To our future
Together we will
Push against
The old paradigms
We will breathe new
Breadth into each other
With each kiss
To my lips
You will motivate me
I ask you to
Come
And grow with me
Call out to me tonight
Shout across the waters
And lay yourself
Peacefully in the reassurance
Our deepening trust
Spinning around each other
Your world is
My new comfort zone
I am where I belong
Near you
You are where you belong
Near me
We were meant
To find each other
Now
Here
For a reason
I’m called by a power
Deep within me
To follow the sound
The sound
I now know is your heart
Beating with mine
It gets louder
As I get closer
Until the moment
I look into
Your beautiful blue eyes
My nipples raise
To your attention
I’ve surrendered myself
To the union
Our destinies
Come grow with me
Stretch to the limit
Of our capabilities
Free fall
Free fall into kismet
I’m finally ready
I am ready and excited
Are you ready
For the
Serendipity
That found us
Sometimes you find
The best things
When you are not
Looking for them
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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NOTE
Well this poem started coming to me as I walked six miles on the Boardwalk this afternoon. I was actually thinking that MBE’s Public Speaking skills are a gift he should show off more. I hope he gets the chance in the future to show them off more because he’s really quite good & connects with his audience well. Maybe he can do TED talks😀

I was thinking about this because I hate Public Speaking. I took a course in it in college & dropped it because I couldn’t give my first oral presentation without coming close to passing out with anxiety. As a natural introvert being in front of so many people is very stressful to me.

It struck me today that MBE and I are total opposites in so many ways. Yet, we seem to be wildly attracted to each other and good for each other. We compliment each others skill set and fill in what the other doesn’t have. That makes us a good team. I guess opposites do attract.Not sure where we will end up. But, the ever growing mutual appreciation is quite beguiling😀😁😈💋❤️🔥🙏

Music: I seem to be on a Kid Rock kick lately😀 This one is a love song with Sheryl Crow, “Collide”

Photo Credit:
Sageword Facebook Page

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Reborn

  
Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Reborn
By: Linda A. Long

Nuzzling my face
Into the soft spot
Of exposed skin
I taste your skin
And feel
Your chest hair
Against my face
Wetness
Wetness in the
Simplest of exchanges
You ignite the
Evolution to my soul
And drive me
Into the insanity
Of our shared visions
I feel your heartbeat
Saying my name
As I rest
My hand
On your chest
And feel
Your chest hair
In my fingers
Answering your call
I linger slowly
Ever so slowly
I bow to the intoxication
I feel drowsy
In the drunkenness
Of your masculinity
Over my soul
And close my eyes
As my head spins
With sensual delight
In gratitude
For the erotic words
I feel traveling
From my wet vagina
To the tip of my wet lips
You returned words
To my being
Lost in the nuances of life
I lost my voice
Of passion
But I found my words
I found my erotica
In the soft blue flash
Of you that strikes like
Lightening through
My eyes
Sending a message
To the deepest part
Of my sexual goddess
Calling to you
My God
To serve with me
At the altar
Of our lustful and desires
You put the sex
Back into my words
And swung them
On my hips
Until you
Licked me deliciously wet
In the simplest exchange
I am reborn
I am erotically reborn
In the magic
Of our spiritually
Intoxicating connection
I am reborn
Through you
With legs spread open
To relinguish
All control
Into your hands
I receive you
I am reborn
In the power
Of our exchange
I receive you
I am reborn
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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NOTE
Praise God my mojo is back😈❤️💋And it returned in the simplest exchange with MBE. As we spoke, I noticed his chest hair poking through the opening of his beautiful blue golf shirt. In a split second, I felt a flash of heat between my legs. I turned around almost giddy with wetness☺️ Poetry was about to explode out of me. I had to control myself as to not chase after him and hug him💋😈❤️

I knew evetually my mojo would come back. I just needed to move some emotional baggage out of the way to let sexual creativity come through.

Music: I love Kid Rock’s cover of “Feel Like Making Love”❤️😈💋🔥 I think MBE & & I need to put “The Mile High Club” on our joint to do list for obvious reasons ✈️ Watch the video 😈😉 You will see why I mention it😉

Photo Credit:
Sageword Facebook Page

Deserving ~ I Am Deserving

  
“When I was little, I picked up a flower and put it in a vase. After a few days, it died. I asked my mom why and she said: “You can’t force a flower to thrive somewhere it doesn’t belong to. And now I have realized that people are like that too.” ॐ – Author Unknown – Retrieved from Sageword Facebook Page
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In an effort to turn the course of my thoughts and release the heaviness of emotions I’ve been struggling with recently, I’m writing another therapeutic post to make some space for creativity again.

I’ve been feeling like I’ve been pushed to a fork in the road. I feel like life is calling me to make choices that will determine my future. I wasn’t really planning to do this now. I was hoping to be like everyone else I know and just coast along in life. I was hoping for once what I have would be all I would need. But, life doesn’t work for me that way. Maybe it doesn’t work that way for anyone? Maybe I’m just more open about it and more willing to change and grow.

Part of what brought me to this place is a feeling growing inside of me. A feeling growing inside of me that is saying I deserve more. I deserve more. I deserve to work to the full capacity of my intellect, talent and skills. I deserve to have satisfaction in my daily activities. I deserve to be in a relationship with a man who is capable of giving me all of him. I deserve to have a healthy body. I deserve to have peace in my life, my body and my mind. I deserve more.

You’ll notice that nowhere in that last paragraph did I speak about being rewarded for my efforts. That is because I don’t think that way. I truly give and help people because I enjoy it. I have no ulterior motives.

In recent weeks I’ve been helping someone at work during a transition time. I offered to do it because I knew he needed the help, he’s very appreciative for the help and I enjoyed doing it. I wanted him to see the level of support and service he should be getting. I wanted him to know he deserved more than he was accepting. That is why I helped him. I wanted to show him by example what he deserved. I don’t seek rewards for those efforts. That’s not what I’m about. I don’t expect anything in return from him other than “thank you Linda” which he has said numerous times👍😄

But, in helping him see he deserved more, I saw I deserved more. We are like mirrors to each other. We show each other what we need to see, what’s holding us back, who we can be and what the possibilities are for ourselves. Through him I’m opening myself up to wanting more. I’m diving further down into myself and using our connection to source profound growth and personal evolution. Some connections are deeply spiritual and have the capacity to spark movement in stagnation.

At this time of reflection in my life, I’m also practicing great caution. I’m looking before I leap. I’m considering alternatives. I’m taking my time. There’s no rush. Things may work out for me organically without a lot of effort from me. But, I must be willing now open my eyes to what else is available to me.

A friend gave me some advice the other day. She said, “Linda, I’m going to tell you what I tell my kids. Open your eyes and look. You’ll either find you like what you have and choose to stay where you are or you will find something that’s better for you, something you like better. Look. You’ll know if it’s time to leap. Trust your intuition.” I suppose that’s what I’m doing. I’m looking.

I am looking for more because I now know I deserve more. How do you know you deserve more? It’s when you can no longer accept less…

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NOTE
The Music is “Driving” By Will Ackerman
This is absolutely favorite piece of music. I close my eyes and tears well up from from the emotions in the chords. The year after my Sister died I was in a pretty deep depression. The truth is I had an emotional/physical/spiritual breakdown. I didn’t know how to live without her. In some ways, I still don’t. In that challenging part of my life, I relied on music to help me get through the long nights. I found this song on the “Conversations With God” CD. I wore the CD out twice. This song especially brings me great peace. It’s almost like it was telling me it was ok to be sad and cry. And, it’s reassuring me that I am being guided and protected by Angels.

Photo Credit:
Sageword Facebook Page

Inconvenient Heart

  
“She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.” ॐ – John Mark Green

I have a lot to say this evening. I’m choking on everything I have to say this evening. It’s just that I can’t get the words out of my chest. They are shoved so far down my throat from me holding them back that they are stuck in my chest. Please bare with me as I write this therapeutic post to give myself some freedom and breath.

I’m “sensitive” and extremely empathetic. I am a good psychic too – when I allow myself to be. I spend a lot of time shutting down energies, voices, vibes and intuitions to have some peace in my life. The noise gets to be too much. I am trying to learn how to use my intuition without getting overwhelmed by all the messages I receive. I know this all may sound strange. Some of you won’t understand. But, this is my reality.

I mention this today because I’m picking up someone with a heart so heavy I want to hug her when I am near her. I picking up someone who is so anxious I have anxiety attacks when I’m near her. I’m picking up strong masculine beautiful energy telling me he needs me more than he can say right now. But mostly, I’m picking up the energy of my sister, Sandy, who passed away 16 years ago.

Sandy is whispering in my ear, “you’re not done yet. Nope, you are not done. Go on. Get up. Come on. Get ready.” She’s pushing at my back and saying, “go, go.” She’s telling me more – more is coming. More is waiting for me. Beautiful things lie ahead for me. It’s confusing. As much as I love her presence, I trying to interpret the message she is delivering to me. Is it about my health, my love life, my career, my family? For now I suppose I’ll just enjoy her being here with me. But for tonight I told her to shut up and go haunt my Mother👻 I need some peace. I’m tired of working and trying so hard. I just need to be….be nothing for a few hours.

I had a good bit of frustration this week. I pretty much reached a breaking point and had to just get stuff off my chest. I didn’t get many answers. But today someone did pull me into a conference room for a follow up conversation that made me feel a little bit better about a professional frustration. I was very grateful for heartfelt conversation we had and now I see the bigger picture. I get it. I also decided to take advantage of some free coaching sessions with a career counselor. I thought talking with an objective third party would be helpful for someone who is goal oriented like me. If for no other reason to affirm I’m in the right place, doing the right work for the right reason. I believe in looking at all areas of my life with a critical eye. It’s time for me to do it professionally. Let me be clear. I’m not unhappy. I like where I work. I like the people I work for. I’m very fortunate and lucky to work where I work. But, I also feel it’s time to stop floating along and set a plan for a destination. Unfortunately, my need for immediately clarity doesn’t align well in my work environment. I hoping I’m not writing about the same frustration a year from now😄

Just because I wasn’t miserable enough this week…I got a surprise visitor. I was rather enjoying not having a period. But, on the flip side maybe the cysts are gone now. I had blood work on Wednesday and almost passed out. They told me to go home and lie down. I had to drink some straight up Coke because my blood sugar crashed. But the good news is the blood tests confirmed I am not Diabetic or even Pre-Diabetic. My Fasting Sugar & a1c are absolutely normal. However, my Glucose crashes into the low 50s 3-5 hours after meals. Therefore, I was diagnosed with Reactive Hypoglycemia. This means: when I eat, my body over-produces Insulin which crashes my blood sugar. Simple Carbs & high Sugar meals cause a greater increase in Insulin resulting a blood sugar crash. Treatment plan: eat or have a snack every 4 to 5 hours & limit simple carbs & sugar. It’s manageable & can be controlled with dietary changes. Reactive hypoglycemia and an increase of Insulin in my body is causing me to struggle to lose weight and is causing gynecological issues too. It’s causing ovarian cysts & missed periods. Crazy when you think of it. My doctor told me three to six months of sticking to the sugar restrictions should be enough time to stabilize my blood sugar. I should notice lots of positive results.

And just because I can’t end this post without an attempt to get some erotic poetry mojo back, MBE looked really cute today. As I was standing next to him looking at him straight in the eye, I thought to myself we look good together and we’re good for each other😉❤️
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Music: Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd for Sandy

Rescue me

  
People who are “sensitive” or are Empaths often have trouble being in places that are crowded, with bright lights and loud noises. The energy that is created in those environments can be overwhelming.

Last night I went to see Florida Georgia Line, Thomas Rhett & Frankie Ballard at Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, NJ with two of my nieces who are 31 & 32 years old. The concert was sold out and it was crazy crowded. I could feel anxiety growing inside of me all afternoon. I was moving through it and refusing to take Xanax. I was trying to use breath control to release the mounting anxiety. As the music started pounding so did my chest. The screaming, hollering and flashing lights – well, it damn near made me past out from my heart pounding out of my chest. My hands were shaking as I reached into the pill case in my purse to find Xanax.

In my head I went through scenarios as my chest pounded and my head spun. I didn’t tell my nieces anything. But, I was thinking, “what if I pass out? I don’t want to ruin the show for the girls. Should I leave? They are not good in a crisis. Where is the fucking Xanax?.” I found the Xanax. I remember a little trick my doctor taught me about breaking off a piece and putting it under my tongue to get it into the blood stream quicker. I slowly felt everything calm down and within15 – 20 minutes I was absolutely fine.

As I was watching the show I was thinking about what happened. I realized it has happened at least three times in similar situations. It happened last night. It happened last summer when I saw Darius Rucker at the Borgata and that night it hit just as the lights started flashing, people started screaming and music started pounding. And, it happened when I went to see Joel Osteen in Harrisburg. He was in a sold out Stadium. It was much like a rock concert.

In my younger years, I had these feelings too in some situations. But I assumed it was because I didn’t like large crowds. But, I started realizing it is not anxiety in the traditional sense. It’s over stimulation anxiety. My senses were over stimulated.  A lot of “sensitive/Empathetic people experience this. The emotions of the people surrounding me. The pounding music. The screaming. The strobing lights and being stuck in the middle of a long row with no easy way out. It was all too much for my senses.

My choices are to stay home and not participate in these types of events or I can do so knowing I’ll need Xanax to do it. I had a wonderful time my nieces last night. We made memories and enjoyed a night together away from the rest of family. I was glad I went and glad I had Xanax to rescue me. That’s why Xanax is called a rescue medicine. I’m not too proud to allow myself to be rescued while enjoying life with people I love.

Below are videos from country artists I saw last night. But, “Somewhere With You” by Kenny Chesney is still one of my favs😄👍❤️
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After finishing this post, I started thinking about how my heart was beating last night. I have a Congential Arrhythmia. It’s innocent but it can be triggered by lifestyle choices. It did feel like I was out of rhythm when it was happening. I googled it. There is some correlations to loud Bass to the electrial impulses of the heart. An arrhythmia is an electrical problem. It has nothing to do with structure, plaque, cholesterol or age. It electrical impulse issue. I have an appointment with my Cardiologist at Penn in Philly for an EKG & checkup on June 17th. I’ll ask him about loud bass sound at concerts and my arrhythmia. Because it makes sense to me. Xanax definitely leveled me out👍

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ean-Léon Gérôme 

http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com




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