Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Afternoon Sex Dream

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

I woke up
The sun was out
But I still
Felt like I was
Drunk in a dream state
I was sitting
Eye to eye with you
We were naked
I was perched
On your lap
You were holding me
Tight against your chest
We were moving
Like a wave
Feeling confused
I stepped away
To get my bearings
I saw us
As if in another realm
I was here in my bed
You were there
In another meeting
Yet somehow
We were together
Making love
In my bed
In the middle of the afternoon
I saw myself
Crashing into you
I smelled the soap
On your skin
I felt your hardness
Grow with each
Thrust of my hips
I heard you
Whisper my name
As you bit my shoulder
I watched us make love
In another dimension
Where we were together
My pulse was quickening
As I felt your lips
Burn your desire against
My chest
I cried out
Your name
As my body
Surrendered to the
Power of your touch
In our shared vision
Off in the distance
I was watching us
Yet I was still feeling
Your skin hot against mine
I watched as you
Took possession
Of my hips
And moved them
With your hands
I listened
As I moaned
With each thrust
Of your hips into mine
I begged you
Begged you for more
As I lost myself in the love
I saw in the
Brilliant blue of your eyes
As I came one last time
I slowly kissed your lips
And let you go
I felt you slide
Back to your other reality
As I rolled over
I realized
I just had the most
Intense dream
About you
While I was taking
An afternoon nap
I fucked you at 3:00pm
In my afternoon sex dream
Was it good for you?
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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I LOVE this song❤️💋

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Flustered

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

With the words
Hanging off my lip
I find myself
In front
Of him
My thoughts were swirling
What was it
I meant to say
To this man
With the beautiful
Blue Eyes I love😘❤️
Oh yes
That’s right
I remember
You are ever so cute!
I blushed with a retraction☺️
No, that wasn’t what
I meant to say
I don’t even know
Where that came from
I meant to say
You’re hot🔥
Damn it!🙀
No, I’m sorry
It’s hot🔥
I meant to say
It is hot🔥
Temperature hot
You are not hot
Well, it’s not that
You’re not hot
This isn’t going well
Am I red?☺️
Because I feel red
And hot🔥
My head is spinning
I might pass out
Yes, I’m going to pass out
Mouth to mouth please
Shut up Linda💋
Just shut up already
He is teasing you
And you are falling for
That devilish little sparkle😈
In his eye as you
Melt in front of him
Or maybe just
Crawl under the desk
And hide
Under the desk
Need anything Blue Eyes?
You know, while
I’m down here
Anything at all
Ahh, Now he’s blushing☺️
Good girl
Oh look
There’s that pencil
I dropped
It was right
Between his legs
Are you warm?🔥
I’m very warm
I might have
To take off some clothes
As I was saying
Yes, back to the
Task in my hand👍
It’s hard but I’m enjoying it
What was that?
Oh yes,
I’m over-achiever
I’m quite an eager beaver
Yes the Beaver
Is quite eager😈
It’s just that you
Have me all flustered☺️
In that ever so cute…
Sorry, yes!
I do talk when I’m nervous☺️
You should put
Something in my mouth
To shut me up💋😈
Can you think of anything
I could suck on?😈💋
Anything at all?
I don’t know when
To shut up sometimes
I may need spanking😈
Or a fucking😈
Or a spanking😈
And a fucking💋❤️😈🔥😱😇
Oh the possibilities
Are endless
Don’t you agree?
Oh sorry
I drifted off
For a minute
While you were
On the phone☺️
I am ready to talk
About the task
In my hand
I mean
At hand☺️😉
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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“I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.” ॐ

~ Anaïs Nin
Art by Jack Verrtriano

Music by: Stevie Wonder

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ A Suggestion

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

May I offer you
A suggestion
For your consideration
Something for you
To think over
As you begin
To dive deeper
Into my soul
And source your own
True calling through my spirit
May I suggest
You take refuge
In the welcoming
Depths of my eyes
Yet unsettling
Promising loyalty
But commanding
Your attention
May I suggest
You close your eyes
And listen
Listen to what you know
To be true
In your heart
Fracturing what you’ve known
With only a glimpse
Of what could be
Hanging on the edge
Of where my
Heart meets yours
You’ll find peace
I promise
May I suggest
You rest
Your weary head
On my soft breasts
And if it pleases you
Only if it pleases you
Remove my blouse
Unhook my bra
And suck nourishment
For your soul
From the tip
Of my nipples
May I suggest
You take your respite
In the comfort
Of my hips
Soft, open and here
To support you
But only
If it pleases you
Only if it pleases you
May I suggest to you
We complete the
Circle of our deepening desire
And lie in the midst
Of my balanced
Yet passionate energy
Root yourself
My strong confident hero
Like a tree
In my moist soil
Perfectly fertilizer
To support the
Growth occurring by
The merging on our souls
Only if it pleases you
My beautiful blue eyed friend
Join me
Out on this limb
We are hanging on
As our worlds
Start to entwine
May I suggest
You look into my eyes
And trust these words
Written by your loyal friend
Our souls were meant
To find each other
Lies off somewhere
In the distance
In the space
Between what was
And what will be
There lies the power of now
Awaiting our hearts
To heed its calling
And bring it into creation
If it pleases you
Only if it pleases you
May I suggest
You fuck me
In a manner that
Helps you let go
Of what no longer serves you
And releases you into
What will sustain you
Kindly consider my suggestion
My dearest most beautiful sir
My body is your sanctuary
Kneel at my altar
And lick me
To set yourself free
A suggestion only
If it pleases you😁❤️💋😈🙏☺️🔥😇
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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“I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.” ॐ

~ Anaïs Nin
Art by Alicia Besada

Music by: Maroon 5 – Sunday Morning

My Intentional Difference Exercises 

I’m in a growth spurt☺️😁 Reflecting and evaluating myself to facilitate growth and new opportunities both personally & professionally. I’m working with “Your Intentional Difference”, a Coaching book to help identify what makes me different & how to harness that difference to affect growth & change in my life. A link to purchase the book on Amazon is below.

I’m about half way through the book now. I’m taking a break to review and reflect on the exercises I completed thus far. The first exercise was to identify three words which are my Critical Outcomes, in other words, the words most used to describe me. What’s my Brand? My three words are pretty strong words.

Honesty – It’s important for me to honest and authentic on all levels with myself and others. I chose to be authentic in my words and actions so people can trust and believe in me. This makes me a pretty good employee. I try my best. I have the best intentions. I have integrity.
Undaunted – I’m not daunted when things are difficult. Disappointment motivates me. I like to prove people wrong. In some regards I’m fearless. I will gladly stand up to a bully, I don’t back down. I would rather stand alone than be in any clique. I don’t follow self appointed leaders. That pisses people off sometimes because they can’t manipulate, control me or threaten me. But I have the utmost respect for people in leadership positions and often seek their counsel.
Determined – I’m determined to succeed in life. I’m determine to be a kind, caring, compassionate person while pursuing my own goals. I will overcome obstacles between me and self awareness. I’m determined to do what others think I can’t do. I’m determined to stand my ground. If you take a swipe at me and try to knock me down a peg because you think I need to be, guess what? You just triggered that part of my brain that tells me to dig my heels in further, work harder, grow more, open myself up more and succeed in spite of your attempt to push me down. Remember this… I won’t swipe back. But, I’ll remember and use the experience to grow. Because I am determined it is important for me to do what others say I can’t do. It motivates me to prove them wrong😁 See how that works? Motivation can come in many forms. As Christina Aguleria sings, “Thanks for making me stronger!”

The next exercise was most revealing because it actually helped me work through a professional issue I’ve been having. It was an exercise to identify my Driving Passion.
It started with answering the following questions:
What keeps me up at night?
What do I think about over and over again?
What ignites my creativity?

My answers were:

What keeps me up at night?
The hunger for growth.
The need for self-awareness.
The craving for knowledge and learning.
Serving others with my abilities and skills.
Making a meaningful contribution in this life and at my work.
Expansiveness – The need to expand my mind & experience.

What do I think about over and over again?
Self evolution
Self development
Ways I can help others succeed
Staying grounded and open to change
Strategizing solutions to problems
How to make things better personally & professionally

What ignites my creativity?
Problem solving
Helping others
Unanswered questions
An open mind

What is the one thing that motivates me?
Self awareness
Making a meaningful contribution
Proving my critics wrong
Standing strong in the face of adversity
Motivating and helping others succeed

After I completed this exercise and I reflected on a current professional situation. I realized what the problem is. I, by nature, need to grow, expand, do something meaningful. While I feel like I’m being held back from growth for the convenience of others.

I inherently need to creative problem solve and relate with others while I feel some of my current responsibilities are restrictive and better suited for someone who more on the clerical level. It doesn’t mean I’m a “Princess”. The talk of my critics is more reflective of their negative nature than mine. It means I know who I am. I know what I am capable of doing. I know what I need to do authentically as part of my nature.

One of my blessings is that I’m lucky enough to learn quick and be good at most things. But it can be a curse when it seems I am held back or pigeon-holed because I do something well because I am a professional and I take pride in my work.. Yet, I despise doing it because it is restrictive and holds me back from expansive work. Just because I am good at something doesn’t mean I should continue to do things I’ve outgrown. It does mean that it is time for me to work with my leadership to use me to my fullest potential. The solution can come in many forms one which is being a dedicated staff member to a group that works to support the organizational mission or a dedicated staff member in managing our Portfolio. It’s perfect fit for someone like me. I’ll discuss this with my leaders later.

I am hoping to work it out to the benefit of all parties. I don’t want to leave where I am for a few reasons. But, I realized I am at a breaking point on this issue which I have been trying to work out for two years. If I am forced to do it without an exit plan in sight & it can’t be worked out, I know now I am willing to let go, move on and try something new. It is causing me a great deal of stress, anxiety & unhappiness. It has to change or I have to change. I may not know what I want to be when I grow up. I realized I don’t need to know that. I like being a Jack of all trades with wide skillset. Opportunities will present themself as long as I am willing to change and let go, if necessary. I do know who I am and I know I need to do work that is authentically aligned with who I am. That is happiness for me. That is authentic for me because it’s part of my DNA. And, that is the crux of the problem I’ve been navigation recently.

So glad I am reading this book. It’s already been really helpful this week. I’m very grateful to one of my Mentors/Coaches for suggesting it. I am also glad I stepped away from the situation for a few days and took a staycation. It helped me work though a few things and gave me the space I needed.

The quote above by Frank Underwood on “House of Cards” resonates with me. Treading water(Standing still)is drowning for me. I guess I need to make sure people are aware of that ☺️🙏

Music “Listen” by Beyonce from “Dreamgirls”. Yep, Listen Up!

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Open Heart

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

Where will
Love take an
Open heart
Will it soar
High enough
To kiss the
Moon goodnight
Will it dive
Deep enough
To unlock
The hidden rooms
Of a sheltered heart
How far into
The caverns of
Growth and change
Will an open mind
Allow a willing
Soul to travel
Will it unlock
The doors of
A soul
That are closed by
Fear and uncertainty
Swing open
With new conviction
Will a trepidatious nature
Release into a place
Of trust and faith
Where only
Angels and spirits
Can guide you
How clear can
Eyes that are finally open
See the future
Are the images
Finally coming into focus
Are the choices becoming apparent
How far are you
Willing to open
Your life to the possibilities
That stand before you
Are you willing
To go wherever
Authentic love
Will take you
Are you open to change
Are you open to love
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Music: “Come Away With Me” ~ Norah Jones

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Leadership

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

Sex me
Be my lover
Now, tonight & always
Command my attention
To focus
On your hardness
As you stand before me
Guide my mouth
To the source
Of your distraction
It is in your
I will find freedom
Freedom to submit
To my growing
Erotic desire
For you
Trusting for the first time
I put future
In your hands
Take me
Into the future
My dear leader
Pinch my nipple
And pull me
Into the depths
Of your world
Where I will
Be at your
Pleasurable disposal
Each moment of the day
The art of seduction
With your eyes
Flashing brilliantly
Into my soul
Empowering me to
Be your most
Pragmatic lover
Lead me
Into the maze
Of your sexual fantasies
With your gentle
Hand resting
On the base of my spine
To reassure my
Surrender into the
Joint erotic mission
Our souls have chosen
For each other
It is by your example
I will learn
How to please you
With just
The brush of my
Hand against your thigh
It is through the communication
Of your eyes
I will sense your enjoyment
As you watch my bare legs
Exposed under my skirt
Easy access
For you
Unlimited access
To the wet waters
Between my legs
My sensual world
Is easily
At your fingertips
Images of our daily encounters
Flash in your mind
You shift
In your seat
As I pass you
The sway of my skirt
Invites you to
Take my hand
And lead me
Down onto
The surface of your work
Where I will open my body
To your command
It is under your
I shall blossom to
Reach my full
Erotic potential
Under your leadership
I shall
Flourish with
Unbridled passion
Under your command
I shall rest my faith
My faith is in your hands
You are my leader
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Note: Yup, MBE knows I’ve been researching “leadership” lately. This poem represents some of my thoughts on the topic. lol 😉😈❤️💋🔥💥

Photo Credit By: Samarel on Sageword Facebook page

Music: I always thought this Madonna song was sexy “Justify My Love” 😈💋❤️

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Kismet

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

There has to be
Something pre-destined
About Connections
Such as ours
Our lives were always
Meant to merge
At this time
In this way
As if it was
Planned like this
From the start
As the layers
Of our attraction
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
Where there was stagnation
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
And for me
The emergence of
A strong belief
That something bigger
Than us individually
Is happening to us
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
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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

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
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
For my attention
Only my attention
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
You now feel again
In your heart
You now know
I am your
(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😈🔥💋❤️😄😉

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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
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
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
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
(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 –

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
Even if it was
Only in my thoughts
I kissed you
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
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
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
As we rush
To undress each other
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
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
“Life is best when lived passionately”

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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


“Golden Slumbers” by The Beatles

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Suspension

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

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
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
Stimulate erotica
Written for you
In our game
If erotic suspension
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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

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, 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,

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😄😴
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Life is best when lived passionately
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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
Breathe out
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

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
It must be 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
Fuck me
Right here
Fuck me
Their clothes feel
To the floor
Along with their bodies
Laying naked
In the hallway
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
You are
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
(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
“In Her Own Time” By Jim Young

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
As you tease me
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
I’ll leave my
Inhibitions in your hands
As I remain
Cuffed in submission
You hold my key
I sit
At your feet
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

You over there
With the crystal
Baby blues
Get over here
You heard me
Come on
Don’t be shy
Sneak over here
Indulge me
For just a few minutes
You see
I’ve been thinking
Thinking about
Pardon me
If I blush
When you are near me
It’s just that
You make me
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
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
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
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☺️😈💋 He’s a candyman and I have a sweet tooth ☺️💋❤️

Photo Credit – nude photography

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
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
He would like
To bend her
Over his desk and
Fuck her
He wants to hear her
Scream his name
At this moment
He wants to be
Inside of her
But he knows
He knows it is
More than just
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
Yes, it is
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
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
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 🔥💋😈❤️😉😇

Neil Buchan-Grant ~ Nude Photography

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

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
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
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
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
Life is best when lived passionately
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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 ~ Nude Photography

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


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