Where You Belong ~ Love, Sex And Poetry

Where You Belong
By: Linda A. Long

As I take
A deep breath
It is your name
I exhale
In a moment
Of private arousal
I whisper
To you
From the depths
Of my cleavage
The words of love
And desire
Pushed against
The wall of my chest
Until I explode
Into your mind
Reassuring you
Are connected
We are entwined
Our souls are
My soul is
Linked to yours
Where ever
You are
You are in your heart
Where ever
I am
I carry you with me
Every day
The love we’ve waited for
Is ours
Now and always
It will not falter
In the distance
It will strengthen
As we choose
To believe
In our love
The love
We cared for and nurtured
From only a bud
Of flirtation
Into the full
Of our joint destiny
Put your trust
Into our union
Rest your worries
In my heart
My love
Lay your faith
On my words
My love
You will
Rest in my arms
You will
Lay your head
Against my body
To hear
My heart
As it beats only
For you
Your hands
Will feel
The energy
Of our pure love
Against your skin
The heat
Between my legs
Welcome you back to
Where you belong
You belong with me
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Breathless Prana ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Breathless Prana ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Tasting the sweetness
Of your breath
In my mouth
Just before
You kiss me
I savor you
Your essence
As it slowly moves
Through my body
Flushing my face
Red with passion
Quickening my pulse
Leaving me breathless
As my body
Takes the nourishment
Your desire gives me
And uses it to
Restore my life force
Awakening the
The sensual goddess within
I am willing to submit
To your every command
Eager to rest
My cheek against
Your thigh
As I feed
My sensual longings
On your erection
Firm with the passion
I see in your eyes
My nipples
Sensitive under
The pressure of your fingers
I beg you to suck softly
On my breasts
Use my passion
To fuel your
Self evolution
Desire with me
Live life for me
Existence isn’t enough
I must live with you
I must love with you
Focus your energies
Harness your thoughts
With me on the creation
Of our unified Prana
As you
Slide my skirt
Up with your fingers
Slowly take
The release
My body affords
Your spirit
Finally letting go
Of what was
Holding us back
We join as one
To merge our destines
With the nourishment
Of our desire
Letting go
Of what held us back
To hold onto
What will sustain
Our unified Prana
Two flames
Become one
It starts
With a breathless kiss
Our Prana
Is in your kiss
(C) 2016 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Listen to the whole songโค๏ธ “Devotion/Passion Interlude” at the end is amazingโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜‡

Love Notes ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Love Notes ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I’ll hide a note
In your pocket
Before you
Leave me
I’ll seal it
With my kiss
I will confess
My womanly desires
On paper
With pen
I’ll tuck it
Into your backpack
So you find it
Later in the day
I write you
My erotic fantasies
Of my eyes locking
With your beautiful baby blues
I will write you
One delicious note
One day at a time
Hidden somewhere
For you to find
As a reminder
We need each other
I will say I need you
I will say
I love you
On Monday
I will write
I desire you
On Tuesday
I will pout that
My lips wait for
Your kiss
On Wednesday
Or tease that
I’m playing with
My hard nipples
While thinking of you
On Thursday
I’ll beg for you to
Fuck me
It’s Friday
Sleep in and snuggle with me
With me
On Saturday
And on Sunday
I will say
“Let’s worship together naked”
I’ll write
You a note
I’ll seal it with
Just an “L” for Linda
Followed by
An X for a kiss โŒ
And an O for a hug โญ•๏ธ
Ended with a smiley face ๐Ÿ˜„
Because you make me smile
You will never
Have to wonder
If I love you
You will read it
Everyday in
The love notes
Will hide
For you to seek
Notes of my love
For you
I’ll write you
Love notes

(C) 2016 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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Note You betcha! I like to write notes!๐Ÿ‘ When the time is right, I’ll enjoy hiding some pretty saucy poetry in MBE’s pocket and/or backpack๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โœŒ๏ธ

Wicked ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Wicked ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

No rest
For the wicked
It’s that time
Of day
When I’d like
To slip
Into your fantasies
To stir
Your passion
With wicked
Wicked erotic images
Of my naked body
Lying open to you
Completely entirely open
To you
On the bed
Slipping myself
Into the sound track
Of your mind
You hear my voice
Screaming your name
In orgasm
You hear me whispering
Your name flirtatiously
Inviting you
To taste my nipples
Sample the juice
Between my legs
Have me
As your lunch
Savor me
As a mid afternoon snack
Lay with me
In bed
I am open
Completely erotically
Nakedly open
To the wickedness
I see
In your eyes
When you
Look at me
Join me
In den of Lucifer
As we explore
Our wickedest fantasies
Live on the edge
With me
You’ll find me
Lying on the edge
Of reality
As you slide
In and out
Of me sinfully
There’s no rest
When you are wicked
Wicked with desire
And willing
To sin
(C) 2016 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved

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NOTE: I was power walking to the coffee shop this morning pre-rain listening to this song on my iTunes. It made me think MBE needs a little of wicked ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ That thought inspired the poem ๐Ÿ™โค๏ธ

Butterflies Are Free

Butterflies Are Free
By: Linda A. Long

It’s the perfect beach day and my heart is full.
Out of nowhere, you drifted before me.
Monarch, you are Orange, Yellow and Black.
You bring back memories of her to me.
She took my heart with her when she drifted out of this world.
Bittersweetly you float her essence into me once again.
You bring her back to me.
As if she knew the hole that was left by her is open.
She came to fill it with love once again.
Moving through air and time
the lightness of your flight reminds me that her spirit is now free.
She is free from the body that betrayed her.
Her spirit is now as light as your wings that flutter so effortlessly in their beauty.
You flutter right in front of my eyes.
Reminding me she is free.
Gently you lead me back to the soul that molded mine.
Making me follow the path of tears I hide from the world.
You make me feel her love again.
Fly into the sky my Butterfly.
Let me see you soar into heaven.
Let my tears be tears of joy.
Let these tears be joyful that her spirit is finally free.
And yet, it gratefully remains in me.
(C)2009 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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I wrote this poem about my sister a few years ago. I was reminded of it earlier tonight. I remember the summer after she died in 1999 I was sitting in my living room. I heard something in my blinds. When I opened the blinds, a Monarch Butterfly flew out & around my living room. I opened the sliding glass door and let it out. I stood there as it flew up to heaven. It was my sign she was free of pain. She was free. She was free…

Morning Sex – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

I was wet
Deliciously wet
With lust and desire
We are apart
Yet I still
Feel the heat
Of your intentions
Hanging between
My legs this morning
As if to remind me
Of you
And us
And this
Bond we’ve forged
I’m in the distance
From you
By craving that
Grew out your
Morning desires
I acquiesce
To the calling
With each
Wave of orgasmic delight
My thoughts
See you
With each rhythmic
Swing of my hips
My legs spread wider
My nipple harden
And my body
Pulls you
Out of distance
Into the center
Of my primal
Morning desires
Carry this with you
As you move
Through your world
This week
This morning
And the way
My mind fucked yours
I stand strong in my
Female energy
And own my lust
For you
I proclaim
The wetness
Between my legs
Is for you only
As I see the
Beautiful blue
Of your eyes
As prisms
Of my orgasms
I started my morning
In the circle
Of your desire
And begin my day
Offering you
A place of refuge
In the passionate words
I write for you
In the distance
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note: I will be missing someone with beautiful eyes ๐Ÿ‘€ this weekโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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“Nude 07”
Emerico Imre Toth

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Erotic Reflection – Love, Sex & Poetry


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

It’s in the reflection
Of your eyes
I see myself
Standing before you
Showing you
My desire for you
My wild beating heart
That syncs
To your slow
Lustful exhalations
The source
Of the hunger
Deep within my
It’s in your eyes
I lose my
And open to
Your mind’s
Controlled desire
Pushing against
Your restraint
On the edge
It pulls you
Into me
Deep into me
It’s in your eyes
My naked body
Is reflected back to me
As if you are showing
Me your intentions
Asking consent
My return of your
In the blue ocean
Of your eyes
I float effortlessly
In and out of focus
But always seeing
A future
Being laid in place
With time
Standing before you
You command me
To touch
My desire for you
You want to hear
Me climax
As I touch my desire
I brush your lips
With wet finger
Taste the juice
Made by our
Feeding you
Nourishing you
I will sustain you
I see it
In your eyes
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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When man wants a woman, he gets a look in his eyes ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘ I love when MBE look’s at me as if stripping me naked right where I stand๐Ÿ’‹ He can look at me like that all day long๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘€

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Garden Of Passion – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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I was struck by the painting. I saw her standing this way as something I would do to invite my MBE to come inside๐Ÿ˜‰. Sometimes nothing is right in my world until I write an erotic poem to get the mojo going. But I also felt a strong sense of someone needing TLC. I hope this offering is a blend of both erotic desire and genuine affection.

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John Silver

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The Journey Of Me – Poetry

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

Pieces of a dream
Wash up on
The shore of
My soul
Flooding me
With reflections
Of less complicated times
When the world
Was open
Full of promise
Looking back
In acknowledgement
Of lost opportunity
Of risks never taken
Of words never spoke
Of people
Who I held so tightly
And now
In the truth of today
Seeing who held
Me back
What events changed my fate
How I survived day to day
Rather than lived
If only I could take
Today’s wisdom
And go back
Chose again
The right way
Take the chances
I knew I deserved
Would I
Let go of my
To my family
And pursue
My dream
My passion
Standing as a
47 year old woman
I look at my young self
Me before
Life happened
I hold
Her tightly
I love
Her dearly
And I
Allow the tide
To wash her back
Out sea
She’s is not part
Of my life now
I’ve changed
I’m stronger
I’ve reclaimed
My soul
As my own
I took possession
Of my mind
I’m creating my destiny
With each thought
I am create my life
Standing magnificently
In my own splendor
I Know myself
I own myself
I choose something bigger
For myself
Fully engaged
Totally actualized
From the width of
My hips
To the full expression
Of my nipples
I am woman
I am a creator
I create
My life
I create
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note: Took a moment to reflect on my life. This poem came out of my reflection.

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Severine Pineaux

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Regretfully, Reluctantly – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

You pulled
The edges of my heart
And opened
Them just wide enough
To slip yourself inside
Without me even
You were in there
I find myself
In this precarious situation
I am
Opening my heart
All the way to you
And inviting you in
Come in
From the cold
I’ll take care of you
After struggling with myself
The hows and whys
Of you and me
I realized
There really isn’t
Any point
Of me trying to
Resist it
It seems
I miss you
When you are away
I think about you
When we are apart
I worry about you
When you travel
And look forward
To your return
Yep, the evidence
Points in only
One direction
I must admit
You cracked my heart open
Like a Walnut
And now my affection
For you
Grows deeper and truer
With time
What is it about you
That makes me
So Willing to show you
All of me
Even the parts I
Secretly withheld
From other men
I want you to see them
It blows me away sometimes
How is it possible
How is this happening
How do I need you
More than I ever
Planned on needing anyone
Why do i want you
Only you
To know my truest self
I surrender
I lay down
The shield to my heart and
Open myself up
To the journey
Of love
And all its complexities
I need you to know
I want you
I need you
And I think I could be
I’m not sure but
I think I could
Fall in love
With you
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note: I thinking about this poem and “my secret flirtation” while drumming yesterday. โค๏ธ Drumming stirs up some sexual energy so I am not surprised he came to mind๐Ÿ˜‰ It was originally planned to be a sex poem but it shifted into a different direction .

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Horacio Cardozo

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