Love’s Reflection ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Love’s Reflection ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

There is a magic
In your eyes
That casts
An illusion
Into my soul
As if
Pulling the rabbit
Out of my
Timid heart
To reassure me
Our destinies
Are entwined
With the flash
Of your eyes
The spell
Is cast
And releases
My hidden desires
Into your awareness
Glowing brightly
As my aura
Lights up
In your presence
For only you
To see
The shimmer
Of lust
Wrapped in love
Within my soul
For you
It is
As if your eyes
Pull me
Into the circle
Of love
Licked by the
Lust in your eyes
You drug me
With lover’s potion
In the flash
Of your
Brilliant blue eyes
Left with no choice
But to succumb
I move effortlessly
Under the trance
Of your desire
In step with your
Having faith
Our destinies
Are intertwined
And woven
Into the fabric
Of souls
It was in the magic
Of your eyes
I was lost only
To have my heart
Be found once again
In their reflection
Find your heart
Once again
In love’s reflection
Source your strength
In the fire
In my eyes
Find your true power
Under the trance
Of unconditional love
Love’s reflection
Will set you free
You will find me
You will be free
In love’s reflection
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The Surrender ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

The Surrender
An Erotic Story from the Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

As morning broke my mind and body were filled with lust and desire. Lying in bed I tried to surpass the fire that was starting to smolder within my center. But, the flame was too hot and I allowed my mind and my fingers to wander.

The vision in my mind was one of surrender. It was time to surrender to the craving that rests within my body. I got out of bed and put on my high heeled black leather boots, my red lace panties and bra and black overcoat. I fixed my hair and put some lipstick on and then walked out to my car and drove to his house. As the door opened, I opened my coat to reveal to him there was only one reason for my visit. It was time for him to take me.

With a deep exhale he pulled me through the door and pressed me up against the wall. He started pulling at my clothing and biting my neck. His strong sexual assertiveness and dominance heightened my desire. This visit was not about love, affection or friendship. It was raw, animalistic and primal. It was two people giving into their desire.

After he took off my coat, he turned me around and pressed me against the wall and then ripped my panties and bra off. He spread my legs wider with his foot and starting grabbing my breasts. Then his hand traveled down between my legs. Neither one of us spoke. We moaned, exhaled and panted but did not break the moment with words.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the floor into his arms and he began tasting and touching every part of my body. His touch was familiar yet excitingly new. His tongue was strong and he deliciously made me smooth like butter. I quivered to his touch. As his eyes met mine, the orgasmic wave began deep with me as every part of me surrendered to his touch. Moaning and screaming his name my multi-orgasmic body succumbed to the rapture he was creating in me. His desire was heightened as he felt me release one orgasm after another into his mouth.

Full with lust and desire he slid himself into me and felt the warm moisture envelop him. As he pushed himself deeper into me, he grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. In that moment he spoke his only words, “I love you” he said. It was the one last act of surrender before he kissed my lips and clasped into my arms.
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Note Perhaps MBE would enjoy me showing up at his hotel room door like this sometime💋❤️🔥😈

Loving My Lady Parts

The female body is a complicated piece of machinery. And, when a woman gets close to Menopause things really get complicated.

I’ve known for about two years I had a small Ovarian Cyst on my right Ovary. I have Ultrasounds to Check the size and make sure it doesn’t turn into something more serious like a tumor. I haven’t been very worried about it. But I have noticed over the last year that the pain has been worst and first day of my Period has been absolutely brutal. At times I’ve left work midday because I couldn’t sit upright any longer. I pretty much have been suffering through it.

The last two months have been especially bad. Luckily it’s come on Friday nights in recent months so I haven’t had to miss work but I’ve been down for the count the whole weekend. This past week has been especially painful. It’s worse than it was and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

My Gyn’s office has a few doctors and sometimes I don’t always see the Doctor. Instead I get the Nurse Practitioner who is ok. But for this issue I really wanted the Doctor. I saw him today and was quite pleased and relieved. He also notated his file so his staff will know that he only wants me to see him at least until I hit Menopause. Lol✌️😄 He’ll be better able to coordinate my care. There will more continuity with me just seeing him.

As it turns out, he could feel my cyst this time which means it grew. And, he believes Endometriosis is also causing the pain. We scheduled a Pelvic Ultrasound for tomorrow morning before I go to work. Once he sees the results, he’ll know which method of treatment is best for me now.

In the meantime, he gave me a good habit forming😄 narcotic for pain that I can only take at bedtime as needed. Thank God👍 I only need it a few days a month. He also gave me some literature to read on the treatment options. He’s pretty sure he’s going to recommend I take a drug to totally stop my periods until menopause. He wants me read up on the drugs and decide which one I prefer. We will compare our notes after we get the ultrasound results.

The good news is this all goes away when Menopause comes to town. I will only have to take the medicine for a couple of years. I will also be free of pain and I won’t lose two days of my life each month.

I learned a lesson in all of this. Once again I was suffering for months and not seeking help. I was tough it out because that’s what I do. Asking for help always seems to be my last resort. Stubborn just like my Mother. But being stubborn and toughing things out no longer serves me and is holding me back.

I only recently started to speak up and ask for help when I feel I can’t navigate things by myself. It’s not easy for me. If I ask someone for help, I really trust them. That also isn’t easy for me. I’m being called to grow through these experiences. I’m being called to trust, ask for help and believe someone else can help me. Or maybe I’m just trying to find some meaning in this crazy fucked world of mine.

Please don’t get me wrong. I’m overall happy in my life. I’m blessed and lucky for everything I have. Just some issues have been frustrating me and I guess I’m done hiding it from everyone. I had to take some kind of action because I reached my limit for bullshit. It is what it is. And, now I have to trust the people who I asked to help me👍😄 It’s all good🙏

Oh, one last thing, my new car arrived. A Red 2015 Honda Fit Ex with Moonroof & Alloy Wheels. I have an appointment to sign & drive tomorrow night👍🚗


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Nude Photos – Love, Sex & Poetry


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

I’m telling you
A story
Can you
Hear me
Across the miles
I’m Calling to you
Nothing is the same
When you are gone
My cleavage
Feels the void
Of your absence
It waits for your eyes
To linger
Between my breasts
My legs
Are anxiously anticipating
Your voice
Commanding them
To spread
Ever so slightly
To invite you in
For a drink
I need you
My body
Notices when
You are gone
I’m am left
To a fantasy
Battery operated arousal
That speaks your name
Perking up my breasts
With thoughts of you
Think of me
Lay back
And think of me
Lose yourself in
A fantasy today
Wherever you are
I can be there
With you
Think of me
Picture me in
Nude photos
Put one
In your pocket
To remind you
What waits for you
Naked with desire
See me
In your mind’s eye
In the nude photos
We’ll take
While we make love
See me
In the nude photos
We will take
Just for you
Just for you
I will be
For your eyes only
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Note: this was inspired by two things. I am missing my Secret Flirtation while he’s gone & the nude photos that were stolen from Jennifer Lawerence. Mr. Blue a Eyes can take nude photos of me. But maybe we should stick to Polaroids as Apple Clouds don’t seem secure. Lol😉❤️👍💋😜😈😘

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I can’t get my creative mojo going this week👎 I am totally getting in my own way. I’ve been a little “off” all week. I’m not sure why I just feel a bit disconnected.

Could it be the energy of tomorrow’s new moon making me a little crazy? 🌚Is it that damn Planet Mercury spinning backwards until Saturday that is blocking my flow of words. Hmm? 👎 My “Muse” is out of town. Did he take my erotic spark with him? Am I missing my “Secret Flirtation” and his beautiful blue eyes? 😉💋

Without creativity I am resorting to my cleavage for blog content tonight.