Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Highway

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

I’ll pave
The road
To hell
For you
With soft kisses
From my lips
To your cock
I’ll smile to you
Angelic in passing
But you always know
My thoughts
I want to
Ride the
Highway to hell
With you
I paved it with
My naughtiest intentions
The path
Down to my vagina
Is lined with
Delicious dark chocolate
Lick and savor my decadence
Lick your way down
Before you
Eat me as
Your last meal
The highway
To hell for us
Starts with the fire
Between our eyes
Sealed with a kiss
On the lips
As you get off
In the wet
Center lane between
My legs
Drive your desires
Into me
Like a Lamborghini
And know
My legs
Lay spread
Open for you
On the highway
Into erotic hell
Look into my eyes
I’ll grab hold
Of your ass
Drive your cock
Down deep
Into me
Along the flaming road
Of my vagina
I’ll hold on
To your hips
With legs
I’ll wrap tightly
Around your waist
As you ride
Down the
Highway to hell
With me
Ride me
Into hell
Ride me
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Sometimes it doesn’t take much to spark a lusty poem. I saw an
AC/DC t-shirt today. And, thought MBE should lick ME like a lollipop while we are on a highway to hell anyway๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ˜‡โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Preppy Muse

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

Spin me something
Erotically delicious
With your thoughts
And tell me a
Naughty tale
A tale
You only tell
To me
In the words
Of your fantasies
Captivate
The most primitive part
Of my being
And let the whore
That lives
In the deepest part
Of my soul
Loose with
Wetness for you
You make me wet
My preppy blue eyed muse
I’m waiting
In our secret fantasy world
I need you to
Command me
With the dominance
Of a powerful lover
Would you like to
Bend me over your desk
What erotic game
Will we play today
As my eyes meet yours
I know
You hear me
As I purr for you
Seduce me
Lover
As if you are
A warrior returning
From battle
And I’m your
Insatiable nymph
Screaming
Fuck me
In your ear
It’s so loud
You hear it
As if
I am standing
Next to you
Only you can
Hear me say
Fuck me
Like you own me
My Muse
Fuck me
Like you own me
I purr for you
Brand my body
With your signature
So there is no
Mistake
You are my
Master
I see
Under the preppy
Blue Oxford
Is the heart
Of a man
That beats
Wildly for the
Catch of my eye
I hear your cock
As you walk by
Calling to me
Come unbutton
My shirt
And place
Your hand on my chest
Just for a moment
Before you slide
To your knees
In front of me
Unzip my Khakis
To reveal
My lust for you
I’ll brush your
Hair away from
Your eyes
Just to
Look down at your
Big brown eyes
And watch
As I slide in and out
Of your mouth
Click
He said,
“And the value of the
Work Breakdown Structure is”
That quick
With the click
Of a slide
On the screen
I’m back in my reality
Waiting patiently
To finish my fantasy
And write this
Naughty poem
For my preppy muse
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I’ve been in a training class this week. My thoughts drifted a couple times. MBE has been looking really cute. I like the preppy look on him. I could lick him like a lollipop๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

The Music is Alicia Keys “If I Aint Got You”

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Advice To 16 Year Old Self

  A friend from high school asked me last week “What advice would you give your 16 year old self?”. After attending our 30th Reunion with her today, here’s my reply…

If I could go back and give my 16 year old self some advice, I would say:

Love. Don’t let your fear of loss keep you from loving

Pray. God will always have your back. Praise & thank him through your circumstance.

Write. Your passion is writing.You are good at it. Make your living writing.

Spirit: You are most happy when you are spiritually & emotionally grounded. Use Yoga & meditation to ground yourself.

Alone. Walk your own path even if you walk it alone most of the time.

Happy hour. Don’t go every Friday night. It will eventually lead to trouble & is a big waste of time.

Drums: Buy a Djembe Drum & bang the shit out of it.

Money: It’s good to be comfortable but you are & always will be a minimalist in all aspects of life.

Intuition: Trust your God given instincts & intuition.

Intellegence: Apply yourself & use your God given intelligence.

College: Stay in Philadelphia Textiles(now Philly U) & finish your degree & go right for a Masters Degree. When you finally finish your BS at 40 years old, you’ll wish you had more time to keep going.

Breathe: You will make yourself sick by not breathing and stressing too much.

Relax: Take the pressure off of yourself.

Belonging: Belong to yourself first. Remember, you are just fine the way you are & do not shrink to fit into any crowd.

Let Go. Let go of anything that no longer serves you or grows you. Leave behind anything or anyone who attempts to hold you back or bully you into following them.

Move: Take the job in NYC when you are 29. You’ll regret turning it down.

Passion: Live, write, love. Pursue life passionately and don’t be afraid to fail.

HeLp: Ask for help when you need it.

Talk: Do not internalize your ferlings.

SBA: Thank your single Mother for struggling to send you to a private all girls high school. The girls you will meet there will become your life long friends.

There’s more… but, I’ll stop here.

Oh yeah, BUY Google and Apple stock at the IPO๐Ÿ˜‰

(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Future Of Lust

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Future Of Lust
By: Linda A. Long

Thereโ€™s a quiet energy
That passes between
You and me
When we are near each other
It opens my legs
In quiet submission
To your masculine power
Yielding to the force
Of the femininity
The throbs deep
Within until
I am wet
It’s the energy
That passes between
The two of us
That creates a force field
Of sexual wanting
A knowing of desire
An electrified
Unspoken agreement
Between us
That fills the air
Between my breasts
With the intensity of lust
Our intensity
It made me nervous
In the beginning
Almost anxious
With excitement
Nervous with embarrassment that
That my face would
Show the lusty intentions
That ached quietly
Between my legs
For morsel of your attention
The glance of your eye
The engagement of you
In the erotic world
Of my thoughts
And poetry
As time has passed
Iโ€™ve grown Accustomed
To the affects of
Our intensity on my body
I must confess
Your presence nourishes me
Iโ€™m not a talkative person
I could sit without
Saying a word out loud all day
But, somehow
You hear me
You hear my thoughts
And know I need you
Your body
Leans into the me
I feel your warmth
Rise up thighs
And wet me with desire
I feel your spirit lift
In the connection
As my quiet words
Fall on your lips
In a private kiss
Of acknowledgement
That you are
The lightening to my spine
I hear your pace quicken
With a spark
From the private space
Weโ€™ve created with
Each other
In our very public world
I see
I see a future
In the blue of your eyes
Where I am
The very best
I am capable of being
And you are
The center of
My world
Splitting my legs open
And burning your
Name into me
On the tip of your manhood
I see a future
Where you are supported
Loved and admired
And I write you
My desires
With my nipples
On your chest
I see a future
Where my hand
Belongs resting
In the warmth
Of your palm
Losing myself
In the blue
Of your eyes
I wrestle
Today with impatience
Because the future
I see for us
Is so beautiful
I want it
Now
I want you
Now
I want
The future of lust
Now
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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I looked at MBE today and saw the future. I heard him speak today and knew he was pulling words out of me. As my mind drifted for a moment, I took a couple minutes to grab my phone & write the first couple lines of this poem. I wrote just enough to give me a prompt to pick it up & finish tonight. I learned when I’m sparked & I start hearing words in my head I need to stop and at least scribe a line or two as a mental bookmark. Then I can go back to whatever I am doing.

The moment made me giggle to myself and blush a bitโ˜บ๏ธ Just as I was finishing the sentence & getting ready to put my phone down, MBE walked by on his way somewhere quickly. We looked at each other. I may have jumped a little because his timing was almost psychic and felt like he caught me in the act of writing about opening my legs for him in quiet submission ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ I almost felt like he knew what I was thinking or maybe wondering if I was writing him somethingโ˜บ๏ธ

The music is The Fugees with Lauryn Hill singing “Killing Me Softly”

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Live Passionately

  

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

It’s passion
Rising
From the very
Center of my vagina
Burning
Every cell in my body
With the melody
Of your name
I said it
This morning
As I touched myself
In your absence
As my hips rose
In the wave of orgasm
It was your face
I saw before me
It was your name
That rolled off
My lips
Softly into the air
And hung
With the pinch
Of desire
On my nipples
You wrapped
Your mind around me
And squeezed
Lust from the
Very essence
Of my womanhood
You are a man
A man
I am falling more
In love with every day
With every nuance
Of our preamble
You’re thoughts
Lead me down
Into your heart
There I remain
Living in the
Chambers of your heart
Pumping
Your blood for
Our survival
I nurture
This love in you
And gently bring you
To one final conclusion
Life is best
When lived passionately
With me
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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MBE was on my mind this morning ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’˜โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹ Also, This one was inspired by the new tagline I am trying out on my Blog. “Life is best when lived passionately…”

I downloaded “The Very Best Of Otis Redding” album recently. I really love “These arms of mine”.
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Marketing & Branding Linda Long Writes (Updated)

  I’ve been getting a lot more traffic lately and I feel it’s time to start branding and marketing my blog.

I currently have two Domain Names redirecting to a WordPress Blog. My Domain Names are http://www.LindaLongWrites.com and http://www.lovesexpoetry.com.

Marketing my Blog is tricky. I like to write Erotica along with other poetry and musings about life. I write pretty openly on my Blog. But, I do have a regular full time job and I need to be conscious of my image online. Therefore, I stopped linking my Blog to Facebook, Pinterest & Instagram over a year ago as I want to keep this Blog on a lower profile. It’s unfortunate that, for now, my Blog is only connected to my Twitter account. The good news is I’m still getting decent traffic. I tweet about Blog content and life in general. My Blog is staying off Facebook and the other Social Media Sites until I get a book deal or some other major development necessitates it be advertised. I’m now researching other avenues to advertise it and other social media sites geared to writers, poets and publishers๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„

I’ve been giving some thought to using Love, Sex & Poetry as the name of the Blog and dropping mine altogether. It would allow me more freedom & anonimity. But, no one will know my name as the writer and would limit the Blog to only poetry. So, it’s staying Linda Long Writes for now.

I found the image I want to use for both Domain names. But, I can’t find the artist to give proper credit and/or ask permission. I found it on a random Google search for “cleavage”. No details were attached and it didn’t say any copyright restrictions were in place. For now, I’m going to use it. If someone reaches out to me, I’ll add the artist name at the bottom for credit. Maybe I should consider paying an artist to draw an original sexy image for the Blog in the future. For now I’ll use the imsge at the top of the post to market my blog around the internet & on Twitter.

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Yummy Delicious

  

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

Delicious
You look
Delicious
Making my mouth water
As you pass by
Come closer
Just a little closer
Iโ€™d like to take
A sinful little nibble
Just a nibble
Won’t you let me nibble
On you
For a secret moment
Yummy
You look absolutely
Yummy
My eyes glisten
With anticipation
Of your lips to mine
Later your lips
Will be to mine
I want to taste
You
In my mouth
And let your juice run
Down my cheek
Delicious
You look delicious
More delicious than
A hamburger
I would rather
See you than a hamburger
I would rather eat you
Than a hamburger
Yummy
You make the appetite
Between my legs grow
Sneak over here
For just a moment
And let me nibble
Iโ€™ll savor our little secret
You are mine
Iโ€™ll savor you
You’re yummy deliciousness
You look juicy
You look mouth watering juicy
I am juicy for you
Slide your hand
Between my legs
Feel my desire
On your hand
Lick your fingers
Juicy
You make me juicy
You are so delicious
You are yummy delicious
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Inspiration for naughty erotic poems can come from the simpliest and most innocent exchange if you have a good connection with someone and an exceptionally dirty mind๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘

MBE told me today he was going to give someone a picture of a hamburg for his headshot photo๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ˜„He’s a comedian; I try not to laugh on purpose๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ Sometimes it’s hard to maintain composure & not give him a laugh๐Ÿ˜„ I do adore his silliness๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„I hestitated when he made the hamburger comment because I almost replied “but you’re so much cuter than a hamburger”โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹. I hestitated because it was a public venue and no one needs to know our business but us๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‘ If we were alone or in a room privately, I would have said it, winked and played a bit๐Ÿ˜‰ Then I would walk away swinging my hips while he watches me from behind. I love when he does that๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Some people want to be his best friend while another wants to think they are the “teachers pet.” I, however,strive to serve a different purpose for him. I strive to be an intellectual equal, a trusted, supportive friend and someone who helps him be his best๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‘. But,most importantly, I strive to be the woman who makes the day interesting by making him a little horny and maybe even sparking a little hard-on when we are near each other๐Ÿ˜‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡โค๏ธ

Now, about the music…I downloaded a lot of Etta James music recently. I can’t get enough of her. “Spoonful” and “I just want to make love to you” are awesome and would be good music to strip to for MBE๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

PS: I found myself stopping at Red Robin for a Cheeseburger after my appointment tonight ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„I’m very suseptible to the power of suggestion๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ”

๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘
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Paul Sutton
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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Missionary Wave

  

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

The bite mark
Is still on your shoulder
I left it there
Last night
When I had
You in my dream
I remember the
The scent of your skin
And the sweet salty
Taste of your sweat
As I slowly bit down
Into your flesh
To brace myself
While you thrusted
Your desires
Into me
Your hips pinned me
To the bed
I rode the wave
The Missionary wave
Wrapping my legs
Tighter around your hips
I feel you
Get harder
And stronger
Inside of me
Biting down on your shoulder
I moan in orgasm
And scream your name
With delight
I tightened my grip
With my hips
And I pull it out of you
I pull the last bit
I tightened my legs
Around you
To pull you
Deeper inside me
And pull it
Out of you
Until you collapse
Collapsed
Into my arms
And fell
Back into my dreams
You slowly drifted back
Into my dream
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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I went to bed early Monday night. I was woken up by a phone call. I couldn’t get back to sleep. I tossed and turned. I started thinking about having sex with MBEโ˜บ๏ธ Nothing new, I’m always thinking about having sex with him. Well, I kept thinking about biting his shoulder during sex. You know, in a soft, sexy passionate way not in a weird freaky way. I wrote this poem as I laid in bed.

Music Video below: “Turn Lights Down Low” An awesome sexy Reggae song by Bob Marley and one of my favs, Lauryn Hill.
๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘
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Artist: Hiroko Sakai
http://www.theuntappedsource.com/artwork/instinct/42215/

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Deep Love

  

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

I want spiritual love
With you
I need
The deepest connection
To your soul
Anything on the surface
Wonโ€™t be enough for me
Will you dive deep
Into the ocean
Of our love
And source your
Own spiritual growth
Through our attachment
I need to
See your Soul
In the flash of your eyes
And know
I found a kindred spirit
A spirit capable of
Steadying my nerves
Calming my anxiety
And tuning into my needs
By just looking
Into my eyes
I need to
Hear your heartโ€™s true calling
In my ear like
The beat of a drum
And feel my own
Heartbeat sync with yours
Instinctively
I need to
Feel your energy
Circle my body when
You are near me
Intuitively I
Bow in loving
Submission to the affect
Your vibration
Has on my spirit
I bow to your
Vibration
In loving submission
I need to
Touch your deepest wounds
And heal them
With my love
I need to
Whisper love
Down to the
Tips of your toes
Until your body
Radiates the
White light of my love
I canโ€™t be on the surface
With you
I must lose myself
In the flavor
Of your manhood
And dance
With reckless abandon
With you inside of me
I must be possessed
By our love
I must be yours
Wholly
No holding back
No hiding
No running away
From the intensity
Of our flame
Burn your essence into
My being
Marking the soft skin
Of my breasts
As your territory
I must be your territory
It’s the only
Way I will be
In love
With you
I need to be
In Deep love
With you
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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MBE๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’˜Yesterday I was moved to write a dirty sex poem. Today I’m moved to write a love poem.

I read an article about Sufism And The Four Layers Of The Heart. http://www.yogitimes.com/article/sufism-relationships-four-layers-of-heart. When I read it, it was clear to me that I am a deep connector. Surface relationships aren’t enough for me. I want the deepest most spiritually profound love & I’m willing to work for it. I’m willing to give myself to our love ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘
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I’ve always loved the song by Joni Mitchell

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ A Good F$&@^%#

  
A Good F$&@^%# – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Yes
I’d like to
Give you
A good f*#%*#!
Right now
Today
I’d like to
F$&@ you
Wildly
Freely
Without worrying
How much noise
I make
Or Who will hear me
Scream your name
I want to
F$&@ you
Without
Inhibitions or reservation
Looking across the table
I sat silently
And thought
I want to
F$&@ you
Mr. Blue Eyes
I want to
F$&@ you
Really good
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This is just a short little dirty poem for MBE. Just a little something to keep him warm for me until he comes home. It was inspired the other day when I was sitting at a table and I glanced across the room. As MBE was talking I thought to myself, “God, I want to give you a good f$&@^%# Mr. Blue Eyes! Yes, I Do!”๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘

  

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New York City – My New Comfort Zone

 

 
I have one major regret in my life. In my early 20s, I was offered a job at Bloomingdales in Manhattan in the Merchandising Department as a Planner. They had two positions for me to choose from in Housewares & Junior clothing. I agonized about the choice. I turned it down because the salary was really low and I couldn’t figure out how I could live on it. I didn’t know anyone up there. My family was freaking out & actually talked me out of it. I wish I would have taken the job. I wish I had the courage & support at that age to follow my own path. Since then,I go up to New York pretty regularly and I’m very familiar with the city. But, as much as I love living at the beach, I โค๏ธ NY. I regret I was too afraid to leave my comfort zone.

We all have a comfort zone. We all have a place where we feel safe, secure and comfortable. But, remaining in the comfort zone for too long shrinks our world, limits growth and keeps us small. Are you willing to walk the edges of your comfort zone and maybe even step outside to gain some freedom? Are you willing to let go of every security blanket you own and fall down the Rabbit Hole to live and grow through discomfort and fear?

I traveled alone up to New York City from Friday to Saturday for my birthday to face my new anxiety and fear of traveling alone out of my comfort zone. It had to be done. I was giving up a piece of my freedom by letting myself accept fear and anxiety.

I felt some anxiety building while I was in The Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’ve been to The Met before. But, this time it was crazy crowded because the weather was bad. I couldn’t see the exits, people were banging into me and it was hot. I decided to leave instead of taking Xanax. I walked out the door and tried to get on a bus heading downtown. But, I didn’t have coin or a Metro card. The French guy behind me offered to pay for me with his Metro Card. Wasn’t that sweet? The Fair was $2.50. I gave him $3.00. He handed it back to me๐Ÿ˜„ We settled on $2.00. The kindness of a stranger in a foreign place calmed me down.

The weather was nasty on Friday. It was a drag. I kept thinking maybe I should just go home because being outside was not fun. Instead I took a time out in a Starbucks in the East Village and came up with a new plan. Early dinner and a movie in Midtown near the Hotel & Times Square. That’s when I noticed my phone was about to die๐Ÿ™€ I had a charger with me but no where to charge it๐Ÿ™€ I decided to face the fear of being phoneless๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ and just go with the flow.

I took the bus uptown and found a family owned Sushi place near the hotel that was amazing. Kodama Sushi on 45th & 8th Ave is awesome. If you go, get the Natural Black Rice Spicy Tuna Roll – AMAZING๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„

I decided to see a 6:45pm movie instead of waiting until 8pm for a show. I was already tired and didn’t feel like napping & changing clothes. I decided on “Cinderella”. Well, here’s where I was really tested. I was in the AMC 25 in Times Square. As I kept going up floors and escalators, anxiety was building. Now remember, my phone was dying. But the time I got SIX floors up with no line of sight for the front door, my phone was dead and I was starting to panic. I decided to take Xanax instead of leaving BUT… I found out I didn’t have any XANAX in my bag๐Ÿ™€ OMFG! ๐Ÿ˜„ When I switched handbags at the hotel, I left my pill box in my big handbag in the room. So here I was SIX floors up, no line of sight on the front door, no phone and no Xanax. I took a Pepcid to stop my belly from tossing & turning(Anxiety stirs everything up.) I started to do my 4 count breathes and started weighing my options.

Well, it was then three 60 year old or so Asian women sat next to me. I was annoyed at first. Lots of open seats, why sit next to me? And then, the Disney short film “Elsa Celebrates Anna’s Birthday” came on before the movie. It was like they were singing happy birthday directly to me๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸฐAnd, the three little 60 year old Asian women were so adorable because they were giggling and laughing like they were 10 year olds. It cracked me up so much I completely forgot I was anxious๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ I LOVED the movie. And I loved the message in the movie, “Have COURAGE and be KIND” a perfect message for me at that time.

I woke up Saturday very rested. The sun was starting to breakthrough the clouds. I walked a couple miles down to Freidman’s Lunch on 31st & 7th Ave. Gigantic Menu with lots of GF options๐Ÿ‘ I took the Subway back down to the East Village to go to Jennifer’s Way Organic Bakery at 10th & 1st Ave. It’s owned by Actress Jennifer Esposito(she used to be on “Bluebloods”). Jennifer has Celiac Disease. I wanted to buy some treats to take home with me. I then walked over 14th street towards Chelsea when I felt a shift in my Energy. I decided to sit for a moment and tune into my intuition. I felt my spirit & intuition say, “I’m done. We’ve done what we came here to do. Let’s go home”. I took the Subway back uptown and started my trip home.

I am going back up June 21st for Yoga in Times Square๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ I would like to take the double decker tour bus Uptown and see Harlem, Hell’s Kitchen, Upper East & West. Maybe even a carriage ride in the park this summer๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘

So there you have it. I was out of my comfort zone without a phone and Xanax. Guess what, I lived. I had fun. I’ll do it again.

If you go to NYC, here are some tips:

Transportation
One note about transportation, I usually drive into the city or at least up to Red Bank & get the train. I took the a Greyhound Bus this time from Resorts Casino in Atlantic Ciry, NJ to 42nd & 8th Avenue. It was $42.00 round trip. The trip up was great๐Ÿ‘ The trip back was ok. The 12:30 bus had a problem and had to go back to NYC from Hoboken. We changed buses. I paid forward the kindness the French guy showed me the day prior by giving up my awesome double seat to a blind guy with a service dog. They both seemed happy & comfortable ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿถ

Hotel
I stayed at the Comfort Inn in Times Square. It was nothing glamourous. BUT, the Standard room with King Sized Bed was beautifully decorated, the bed & pillows were comfy and it was exceptionally clean. It was $140 including taxes & tip. That’s a steal for Midtown Manhattan on a Friday night. I booked through Expedia two days before my trip. They let me check in at 10:30am๐Ÿ‘It was perfect. It’s centrally located. I would recommend it for someone who is a thrifty minimalist like me. Someone who needs luxury probably should pay more to stay somewhere else.

Art
I loved the Guggenheim. If you go, get the Free Multi-media headset to fully appreciate the architecture.

Food
I took some Gluten Free snacks in my bag as I walked around. I didn’t want to stop to eat. But I did enjoy walking around with my Starbucks โค๏ธโ˜•๏ธ

Places I ate were:
Kodama Sushi – 45th & 8th Ave (Times Square area) – $32 including tax & 25% tip. I got two rolls, Seaweed salad, extra Ginger & a Diet Coke. Get the Natural Black Rice Spicy Tuna Roll

Freidmans Lunch – 31st & 7th Ave (Midtown) – $31 including tax & 25% tip. I got Gluten Free Apple Pancakes & Chicken Sausage
http://www.friedmanslunch.com

Jennifer’s Way Bakery 10th & 1st Ave(East Village)
I got GF Bread, rolls & Whoopie Pie๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘
http://jenniferswaybakery.com

Lastly, the owner of a local bakery let me know she saved me something special for my birthday & she would be in the store until 6pm. So, I drove over when I got home. A Gluten Free Double Chocolate Mousse Cake was waiting for me๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ

Now for some music…I โค๏ธ the song “Empire State Of Mind” from Alicia Keys. Watch the video below.

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Taking On Anxiety

   

 I’m writing this post on a Greyhound Bus Traveling from Atlantic City, NJ to Midtown Manhattan. I’m going to NYC to take anxiety head on. 

Anxiety. You don’t know how crippling anxiety can be until you have it. My cousin got Panic attacks when were young. I used to help her through them. But I never understood how humbling they could be until I had one. 

A few years ago I started having some health problems. Anxiety rode along with those issues. Over time my body healed. Physically I’m pretty much the healthiest I’ve ever been. I feel good. My body is strong and emotionally I’m very stable and balanced. But, unfortunately, anxiety has remained. 

I don’t have anxiety every day. Actually most days I don’t have it. But, new social situations, large groups of unfamiliar people, speaking in front of large groups, traveling out of my comfort zone of South Jersey & Philadelphia often triggers an attack. 

I’ve been working with a Psychologist to gain coping mechanisms and to control my anxiety with rational thought. One thing I’m working on is to turn off the rambling thoughts of the “what if” thinker. What if my Arrhythmia acts up while I’m out of town and I can’t get to a hospital? What if I eat something that makes me sick? What if I have an allergic reaction? What if I can’t get home? What if…What if…What if…My what if thinker is very active and very irrational. I’m learning to acknowledge the irrational thought and tell myself the worse won’t happen and I’ll be ok. 

In recent months I’ve taken strides to address the social anxieties. I’ve been forcing myself to participate in group events. I even went to a baby shower at work the other day to force myself to interact more. I’m naturally inclined to be quiet and an introvert. I can’t guarantee I’ll ever be super talkative, chatty Kathy or Miss Congeniality. But, at least, social anxiety will not hold me back. 

I’m an independent, self-sufficient kind of girl. I’ve learned to not need anyone and to only rely on myself. I’ve always taken off on my own for road trips, solo yoga retreats and weekends in NYC. I enjoy doing it. If I could find a job similar to the one I have in NYC, I would even consider living in the Village. I love it.  But in recent years, anxiety robbed me of my ability to travel independently. I won’t stand for this any longer. I won’t lose that part of myself. I refuse to give in. I came up with a plan to reclaim my life and travel independence. 

Saturday, March 21st is my 48th Birthday. I am taking my anxiety head on by going to NYC alone  Friday to Saturday. I’m going to enjoy some art, catch a yoga class or two and enjoy the city I’m so familiar with and love.  People offered to go with me. But I need to do this alone.  I almost chickened out. NYC is expecting 3-5 inches of snow today. I’m going away. I’m wearing UGGs,I packed warm clothes(scarf & hat) & I packed my Xanax. I’m all set ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘ On a side note,  The dude sitting behind me is snoring and will quite possibly suck me into his hostile with his next breath ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ 

Amelia Earhart said, “Fears are paper tigers.”  In other words, we make things worse and bigger than they actually are. I’ve learned through my life that most fear is irrational. Today I’m breaking through one of my paper tigers๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„  

Follow the Twitter Feed on the right sidebar of my Blog for updates throughout the trip. I’ll post a blog when I get home with a recap of my trip.   

 

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St. Patrick’s Day 2015 – Dirty Limerick – The Petย 

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2015 St. Patrick’s Day
The Pet – Dirty Limerick
By: Linda A. Long

There once
Was a man
With brilliant blue eyes
His eyes
So beautiful
They gave me
Wet thighs
His boyish
Good looks
and
Unassuming charm
Heighten my
Arousal and
Made my defenses disarm
Perhaps it
Was his smile
That made
My bra unsnapped
Or maybe
It was his
Voice that made
Me want to
Dance on his lap
As I lay
In bed
Stretched
Out and nude
It is him
I am thinking
About
It’s putting me in
A lusty mood
Bend me over
My devilish Ladd
I’m a wee bit horny
Won’t you spark me
Just a tad
Mr Blue Eyes
Knows how to
Make me wet
I enjoy his
Dominance
I like being
His little pet
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Note:
My annual St. Patrick’s Day Dirty Limerick wasn’t that hard to write afterall. I just thought about MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ
I’ve been a fan of the Irish band the Corrs for a long time. I love the song “It’s only when i sleep”. โค๏ธ

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Watch Me

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

Do you
Like to watch
The swing of my hips
As I pass by you
Slowly
I swing my hips
In rhythm
For your enjoyment
Begging your
Beautiful eyes
To linger
In my essence
To raise your
Awareness
To my erotic vibration
Do you
Like to watch
My breasts as they
Giggle while I
Walk towards you
Inviting you to
Slide your face down
Between my hard nipples
While you
Mold my breasts
To your warm hands
I beg you
To call my cleavage
As your home and
Lay your head
In my valley
Nibble on my
Voluptuous breasts
For nourishment
No need to hold back
I can handle
Your manhood
I can acquiesece
To your power
Indulging all
Of your sexual desires
In my realm
Of Sexuality
Do you
Like to watch
Me as I cross my legs
For your enjoyment
Opening just a little
Inviting you to peak
Up my skirt
To see my panties
Wet with
Lust for you
Saturated from
Fantasizing about
You all day
I am strong enough
To maintain my independent
Womanhood while dripping
With submissive
Feminity under
Your control
Would you
Like to watch me
As I touch myself
Moaning your name
The velvety touch
Of my fingers
As I slide them
Between my legs
Pleasure myself
With my vibrator
As you stand before me
I am intelligent enough
To stimulate you
Intellectually
In and out
of the bedroom
While still
Being your
Dirty little whore
Would you
Like to stand
At the foot
Of my bed
And
Watch me
Scream your name as
I look
Into your
Crystal blue eyes
I love you
Enough to be
My authtentic self
While naked
Before your eyes
I will stimulate
Your brain
While I
Moan for you
Watch me
My love
Watch me
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Note:
MBE and I have a strong sex vibe going on lately. I feel like I’ve been channeling some pretty lusty fantasies. I’m enjoying it. It’s like watching a sexy movie in my head and then putting it into words for him๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I think we are so connected because our attraction is physical and intellectual. We stimulate each on many different levels and it creates an unbelievable synergy between us๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธWe’re perfect for each other. No other way to say itโค๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰

The heat has definitely been spicing up my poetry and I love itโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ As an open minded, uninhibited and flexible girl, I’m always ready to share in his wildest desiresโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Oasis

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Let me be
Your Oasis
Sleep sweetly in
The comfort
Of the warm blankets
On my bed
Before sunrise
I’ll press my
Bare breasts
Against your
Naked chest
To feel my nipples
On your warm skin
As my lips
Softly kiss your cheek
I’ll whisper in your ear
Wake up
Wake up
My love
Itโ€™s time
To make love to me
The wetness between
My legs aches
For your forceful
Penetrating
Wake up and
Pull my naked body
Into your arms
And lose yourself
In the comfort
Of my hips
Lush with nourishment
For your soul
Dwell inside of me
On a lazy morning
Until I erupt
Into orgasm
And scream your name
Lie back
My love
As I straddle your hips
And use you
For you own enjoyment
My breasts will bounce
As my hips
Find a rhythm
With you pushing
Deep inside me
Our eyes meet
Like lightening
You bring me to
Orgasm again
Wake up
Wake up
My love
I need to
Feel you inside
Of me
Bend me over
And take your
Pleasure from behind me
In the early morning hours
Collapse
Onto the soft sheets
With me
When you finish
Stay with me
In our oasis
I want you
To stay with me
Forever in our
Oasis
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Note:
MBE is out of town๐Ÿ‘Žbut he was vividly on my mind๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹It was late in the afternoon when I found myself having the most vivid erotic fantasy about waking him up with my naked body early in the morning to have sex. I sleep naked so I am usually naked in bed. If he was tuning into me this afternoon, he definitely had to be feeling some heat๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅGood thing I wasn’t thinking out loud๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ

I just love this Ed Sheeran song “Thinking Out Loud” ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‡

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Moonshine

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

I’m feeling
Your anxiety
And I need to tell you
It’s ok
It’s really ok
It’s going to
Work out for us
I see it
In my visions
I feel it in our vibration
Do you know
I naturally gravitate to you
If you are in a room
My body automatically
Adjusts itself
To face you
If I hear your voice
I find it hard
To hide the smile
That tries to
Sneak across
My face
You pull me
To you
Your energy
Commands my
Attention
Almost two years ago
To this day
We sat in the same restaurant
Very close to each other
It was that night
I knew
Something changed between us
It was that night
I felt my heart started
To beat again
With desire, lust
Lust grew into like
And like is becoming love
It was that night
You crushed me
Into your soul
It was that night
I started to fall
Into the brilliant
Blue seas of your
Majestic eyes
And found my own
Weary heart start beating again
I gave up on love
I closed my heart
Out of fear of
Loss & pain
But that night
Almost two years ago
To this day
In the same restaurant
We were in last night
I sensed you
And knew
Life as we knew it
Would change
There are no guarantees
In life
But rest assured
I don’t make
Empty promises
And I don’t give
My heart & soul
Without hesitation
I know & understand
Our reality
But I also sense
The promise
Of our future
I can’t promise you
Anything will be easy
But I can promise you
You’ll have a friend
Lover and your biggest fan
Right by your side
Holding your hand
When you sit
At a table with me
In a restaurant
You will not be
Looking around
The room for anyone
Because love
Will be in your heart
And everything you
Want and need will be
Sitting next to you
Holding your hand
I will be the one
Lost in the moonshine
Of your beautiful eyes
Needing the comfort
Of your hand
To calm my social anxieties
We need each other
My love
The choices are
Yours to make now
As for me
The choice is made
It’s you
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Note:
I believe our Guides & Angels give us signs. We just have to be open, aware and ready to receieve their messages.

The numbers 11:11 have spiritual significance. When you find yourself looking at the clock at 11:11 or any sequential number, your Angels & Guides are talking to you & trying to give you a message. You can Google this to read about this phenomenon.
http://www.1111angels.net
http://www.collective-evolution.com/2013/04/29/what-is-the-significance-of-1111/
These little signs & signals happen to me all the time. I routinely hear doorbells in my sleep. I hear loud squeaking noise in my sleep, I was told by a Medium, my Angels are talking to me subconsciously when that stuff happens. I’m very open to the dialogue.

Since last night I’ve been getting a pretty strong MBE vibe. I was thinking I wanted to reassure him for some reason but didn’t exactly know how. I wanted to just say the words that are in this poem to himโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I was driving around today doing errands and buying birthday presents for three family members. While I was thinking about this poem and the words, MBE flashed in my mind’s eye. I looked at the clock and it was 11:11am๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™

I’m a big fan of Frank and would love to “fly” to the Moon with my MBEโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ In The Sand

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

If I wrote
I love you
On the beach
Of your heart
The tide
Of my love
Would wash through
Your body
And ride the
Majestic blue seas
Of your eyes
Into the depths
Of my soul
The words
I love you
Would course
Through your veins
And nourish you
From the tips
Of your limbs
To deepest part
Of your being
My love would
Be all you need
My love would
Shine its light
Into your heart’s
Hidden caverns
and bring
Joy to where
Sadness once lived
If I wrote
I love you
On the sand
Of your soul
My love would
Spiral a protective shield
Around you
And keep you
Safe from harm
My love would
Be your shelter
My love would
Be your haven
If I wrote
I love you
With a shell
Into the beach
Of your heart
I would leave you
A promise
From my heart
To yours
My heart will always
Beat in tandem
With yours
My soul
Will always
Recognize you
As its mate
Today
I write
I Love You
In the sand
As a sign
From God
That you are
Loved
You are Loved
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Note:
I saw the below photo on Instagram of the words I Love You written in the sand. I didn’t think much of it when i saw it. But, I guess it was in my subconscious. While I was participating in an online meeting today, I was sitting at my Dining Room table looking at the ocean. As if lightening to my creative soul, MBE’s voice wrapped around my mind and pulled these words out of me after I logged off. Thanks! It was just what my creative spirit needed.

My favorite Dave Matthews song is below. “Crush” is a very sensual sexy song๐Ÿ˜‰ Makes me think of MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ™ 

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Love, Sex & Poetryย ~ Simple Truth

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Simple Truth – Love, Sex Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I need
The sound of
Your voice
To stir the
Juice of my creativity
You give me
The spark
That ignites
My words
Into a thousand
Images of lust
Laying in the
Shadows of love
I need
Your energy
Circling around me
Licking my nipples
Spreading my legs
Making me wet
With anticipation
Of our union
Joining your
Body with mine
I need
The flash
If your beautiful eyes
To reach into
My soul
And
Pull my love
For you out into words
I need you
To spark my words
I will write for you
I will write
Words of lust
I will write you
A story
Our story
I will tell you
About the first day
My heart raced
With excitement
When you were near me
I’ll tell you
About the day
Your eyes met mine
And everything changes
Between us
The simple truth is
I need you
I need you
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Note:
I had to really work for this one๐Ÿ˜„Struggling to get some creativity going this week. I’ve been preoccupied with other things. I was running a low grade fever for over a week;it was making me hot & tired. That also stiffled my creativity. I’ve felt lazy, not eating right & sleeping a lot. I started an antibotic yeseterday. You know you need an antibotic when your chest, back & ears go snap, crackle & pop after you take the first pill๐Ÿ˜„ I’m off for a snow day today. I think I’ll be fine by tomorrow. And, MBE will be back tomorrow. The sexual energy flowing between us will hopefully spark a dirty poem๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„Not having any writing mojo is starting to irritate the crap out of me.

I enjoy music from the “alternative” 90s & I think “Just Like Heaven” is the best one from The Cureโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

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Cleaning Out My Headย 

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This is just a random post. It’s like a journal entry to help clear some space in my head to allow my creativity to rise to the surface. When my brain is focused on business stuff, itโ€™s very hard for me to switch gears and be creative. For some reason this week I’ve been in a “I’m getting shit done mood.” Almost like I’m channeling a commanding energy. I’m usually more balanced. But the last few days I feel very stuck in my logical brain with little opportunity to visualize, dream and fantasize. It’s irritating the shit out of me. I’m struggling to walk this line between both sides of my soul. I struggle to suppress the logical thoughts to allow myself the luxury of drifting effortlessly into a fantasy. Some days I am better at skating back and forth between the two parts of my being. Some days I can allow space for both sides of my personality to peacefully coexist and flourish. Other days itโ€™s one or the other. More times than not the logical part of my brain dominates because itโ€™s how I make a living. Those 40 or so hours a week can tap me out of creativity and often keep me from my more passionate pursuits. Hopefully tomorrow my brain will be relaxed and free to write. ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ

Note:

The song on this post was in my head today. I’ve always been a simple girl. By simple I mean “grounded”, down to earth. I’ve been called a “salt of the Earth” type of person. That’s what I mean by simple. I’m usually drawn to men with that same quality. MBE has that simple/every man quality. It’s one of the qualities I like the most about him.
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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Naked Soul

Naked Soul – Love, Sex & Poetry

By: Linda A. Long
 
Hanging 
Effortlessly
On the curve of
Your smile
My heart feels
The subtle stir
Of sexual chemistry
Mixing 
Our energy
Into a powerful
Aphrodisiac
Sexual energy
Connecting my hips
To your waist
Sexual desire
Inviting your hands
To cup my breasts
And bite my nipples
Itโ€™s in this place
Of heighten sexual desire
The most beautiful 
Flower grew from 
The garden between my legs
And unapologetically 
Wrapped around your heart
Wanting your heart
To be the twin flame
To my own
My soul
Breathed in your aroma
And mellowed
My rough edges
Letting down my guard
In the ocean of
Blue waves I ride
 In the depths of your eyes
My soul
Heard your voice
Echo in the 
Deepest chambers
Booming into my fantasies
Dominating me 
In my dreams
As if you pat my ass
When you pass me
My soul
Calls to you
Nuzzle your face 
Into the curve
Of my neck
Touch your mouth
To my skin
And lick the salt
Of sweaty desire
It is my soul
That calls out to you
Do you hear it
Calling your name
Does the restless
Energy of my longing
Make you high
Wanting to stay
A while in this place
Of new beginnings
As two souls
Plan for future
You are pulling me 
Further into your world
I willingly lay open
My mind to the influence
Of your heart’s desire
 My heart recognizes you
Like an old friend
My body vibrates 
With lust for you
As if you were
My lover in a lifetime
Before now
Not long until 
You are lying 
Between my legs
And resting 
on my breasts
After you
Dominate and possess
My sexuality
It’s your soul that 
Calls to me
And strips me naked
I lay bare
In the curve 
of your smile
And leave my naked soul
In the palm of your hands
My naked soul
Is in the 
Palm of your hands
Naked
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Note: I’ve noticed MBE smiles a lot more than he used to. I like itโค๏ธ I was thinking how much I like his smile and how much I love when we have our little secret moments. This thing we got going is a lot of fun and I have a feeling it’s just going to keep getting better & better as we get closerโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

On another note,I think I finally got my SEO rankings working on Google. My hit count was 50-100 per day. In the last month or so it’s been 100-250. I get a lot of traffic from the Art I post. Hopefully, visitors stop and read some poetry while on my Site. I’m not worried about getting comments or likes on my posts. That’s just a ego thing. I don’t based my life on comments & likes. But, it is still a dream of mine to get paid to write๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ Writing is one of my passions. Yoga, drumming, nutrition & MBE being the others๐Ÿ˜‰ Of course, not in that order. He’s #1๐Ÿ˜‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹
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