The Tug – Love, Sex and Poetry

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By: Linda A. Long

Pull it out of me
You pull it out of me
Reluctantly, I succumb
To the tug at my heart
You lassoed around my heart like
The sun orbits the moon
The tug at my heart pulls
Me further into its center
Gravitating to what I resisted most
As if a meteor on a collision course with the earth
Seeing the crash yet finding no brakes
I pump my foot in vain to stop
Admittedly, only to say I tried
Tried to stop the free fall
The one for which my heart had no choice nor defense
Nothing to keep the moth from the burning flame
With heat luring me to its intensity
I tried to stop the tug that so sweetly
Sounded the drum of a heartbeat faintly once lost
Almost without recognition
Driving the beat down to my soul
Tugging it with bittersweet desire
To follow it
With faith only we can see
To have it
With passion only we can know
To succumb to it
With love awakened unexpectedly
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Life is best when lived passionately

Note: If I was a DJ today, I would send this song out to Mr. Blue Eyes❤️ #believe

Strip me ~ Love, Sex And Poetry

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By: Linda A. Long

Strip me
Strip it all away
Take off my clothes
Peel them all away
Until you reveal me
Reveal me
Wholely, completely
To only you
Show me
My refldction
In the blue of your eyes
Strip me
See me naked in front of you
Until there’s nothing
Left to hide
From you
Bare my soul
With your hands
Pull away
My insecurities
With you teeth until
You see me
Until you see me
See me completely
With the warmth
In your crystal eyes
I want you to
See all of me
Take it all off
Undress me
From your pleasure
Strip away my inhibitions
Until I’m under
Your dominance and control
I have nothing
To conceal from you
Strip me
Bask
In my naked body
Strip me
Soak it in
Strip me
Naked
Strip it all away
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Life Is Best When Lived Passionately

Dear Kind Sir – Love, Sex & Poetry

imageDear Kind Sir
By: Linda A. Long

Dear Kind Sir:
I ask you,
my dear friend,
To graciously free
The passion that
I hold tightly
Ever so tightly
Between my legs
Will you kindly
Assist me
With my situation
I try
And try
To resist the thoughts
The wild sensual thoughts
Of you
Tightening the strap
From around my wrists
And demanding
My submission
I expose to you,
My dearest kind Sir,
My bottom
Round
Full
Plumb
Ready for the
Command of hand
To break the ties of my hips
With your powerful dominance
My body shutters by your touch.
I am a blush, Kind Sir,
With delicious fantasies
Of my stilettos resting
On your shoulders
Wild you
Suck my juice wildly
Taste me, Kind Sir,
I will drink from your lips
And source my strength
From our passion
In the tightness of your embrace
Give me solace, my dear friend
Possess me, Kind Si
I give you
My body to control.
Fondly, your ardent lover.
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Life is best when lived passionately

Note: A good old fashioned sex poem while Blue Eyes is away again…❤️💋☺️😈

I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry

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I’m Hot For Him – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Circling around me
I felt him
I heard him
My mouth watered
With desire
The heat
I could feel it
Across the room
I diverted my eyes
So no one
Would see
I’m smitten
I’m lusting
I’m embarrassed
To say
I was wet with desire
For him
My head spun
With erotic red hot thoughts
For him
My heart pounded his name
From across the room
In his presence
I blush
By the
Erotic images
Haunting my mind
Even as he spoke
I felt the fire
In my belly ignite
Licking me between
My legs
I looked at him
I glanced as he spoke
And looked away
Feeling the flames burning
My nipples
With his initials
Writing his lust
Across my chest
Passion
Fanning the flames
Of my desires
Slowly
He rides my curves
Setting himself
On fire
With my flame
Red
Fire
Passion
Hot
He burns
As I think
Pull his thoughts
Into my eyes
Stripping naked
And straddling him
In a moment
Pressing myself
Against him
To feel his heat
He’s hot
I want his hot skin
Against my body
I need to feel
Him on every inch
Of my body
Hot
I’m hot
Hot
I am so
Very hot
For him
Hot
I’m hot
For him
Hot
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I love Jack Vettriano’s work, it’s hot like MBE❤️💋 I’m HOT 🔥 for him HOT🔥. Lol😈💋❤️

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100 Rose Petals – Love, Sex & Poetry

image100 Rose Petals – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

100
Rose petals
Connect my heart
To yours
Red passion petals
I lay
As a trail
For you to
Follow to me
100
Rose petals
To bring
Your heart
To mine
100
Rose petals
The scent softly
Sways in the breeze
Sweet smell
Of love and peace
Floats from me to you
Whispering in your ear
“My heart Is yours”
100
Rose Petals
I weave
Tenderly
Around your heart
And pull you
Slowly
To me
Gingerly reminding you
Love waits for you
100
Rose petals
Spun by cupid
Around my naked waist
Shooting out of my nipples
Pointing their arrow
Through your heart
Saying boldly
I love you
Whispered in the breeze
Written on a petal
I love you
100
Rose petals
Tell the story
Of my heart
They openly bare
My soul
To you
The keeper of my desire
Follow the path
I lined
With Rose petals
Breathe deeply
Love is yours
I’m Yours
100
Rose petals
Written in verse
Poems
Of love
Dripping of sex
The poetry
Of my
Red passion
love for you
100
Rose Petals
Poems
Love, Sex & Poetry
Written from
My heart
To yours
A collection of
Love poems
Follow the path
Of
100
Rose petals
Leading you
To Love
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“The Rose”
Jindra Noewi

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Poetic Intercourse – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Poetic Intercourse – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long
Poetic Intercourse
My words ignite
Your flame
We make love
To each other
Through words
Moving through
The atmosphere
Our bodies
Connect through
Thoughts and desires
In a perfect union
I make love to you
Poetically
Through my words
Until
The time my body
Becomes yours
By command
Own me by possession
Wholely I submit
To the love and desire
You spark
Deep within my legs
Carried up to through
My center
To heighten response
You are my Muse
The inspiration to
My poetry
Make love to me
Through your words
Let them carry you
To me
I carry the torch
Of lust for you
Deep within
My soul
Enter me
Poetically
Feel the sensation
Of my touch
Through your
Mind’s eye
Poetically
Make love to me
Fantasies come to lif
Through words
Magically poetic words
Of love, sex and desire
In Poetic Intercourse
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Note:  MBE❤️💋😈 💋😘

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“The Kiss”
Jindra Noewi

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Seven Ravens (Long post)

 

March 31, 2014 – I took some online quiz to find out what my Spirit Animal was this morning while I was laying in bed at 4:30am.  It said I was a Raven.  The description said, “In some mythologies, the Raven represents the Creator. It is a dark, mysterious, and highly intelligent animal. Like the Raven, your soul is filled with creative energy. You will make something that others will be in awe of…”.

It reminded me of the the “Seven Ravens” poem I wrote a couple years ago and it also reminded of the post I wrote last year at a time of reflection.  The last three years of my life have been nothing short of unbelievable. These three years of my life were filled with complete honesty and authenticity. I stripped everything away and truly saw myself.  I learned to love everything I saw in myself even the things that aren’t pretty. I survived, overcame and blossomed in spite of opposition, naysayers and negative forces.  I rode out the highs and lows. I made changes and choices. I found the courage to let go of anything and anyone who held me back, wasn’t good for me, spoke negatively about me, didn’t wish me well and wasn’t healthy for me in body and spirit. None of it was easy. But, I did it.  I choose it every day. If I could chose between my life ten years ago and my life today, I choose today.

I am grateful that God gave me the choice.  Many in life do not get choices. I got them and I feel I took responsibility and owned my life and my actions.  I grateful that I am not afraid to show my vulnerability on this blog or to the people I care about.  I recognize a good soul when I see one and to them I will show all of me. I will NOT hold back or hide from those who I know belong in my life. I live in gratitude everyday for the life I am living now.  It didn’t happen by chance. It happened by choice. 

I choose today!
___________________________

May 1, 2013 – I originally wrote the poem, Seven Ravens, in October 2o11.  At that time, I was sick, I was depressed and I was overwhelmed. And, a relationship abruptly ended after a horrible incident. It almost broke me that it all was happening at the same time. Sensing that the only way I was going to survive the storm my life was in was to relax in to it and just let go. I felt like if I didn’t stop resisting everything or if I kept trying to hold on, then I was truly was going to die.  I tried to do it my way. I tried to force my path. But, nothing was working.  I was filled with anxiety.  But, I was so afraid to let go of everything I knew. I was so afraid to change. I was afraid I would lose my friendships and my social life. I didn’t think I was strong enough to do what life was calling me to do. I was ready to give up rather than change.

Everywhere I went I was receiving little messages of comfort and reassurance from unusual places.  People out of the blue telling me it was going to be ok. Phone calls from people I lost contact with saying they had dreams about me. And, I was having recurring dreams of my decease sister and father holding my hand.  Talk about spiritual experiences!  

On one particular day I was exceptionally anxious. When I am feeling anxious I chant and visualize my lucky number seven. While doing this, I take deep breaths. This practice seems to work like magic at calming me down and returning me to peace. So, one day after I was chanting and visualizing the number seven I logged into Facebook. I started reading status updates and then I saw “Seven, a journey” posted on a friend’s status. It was so unbelievable that as I was chanting and visualizing the number seven to relieve anxiety as she posting the number seven as a journey.

I called her and told her about the synchronicity of our actions. She told me Seven Ravens landed on her window ledge at the same moment I was chanting and visualizing the number. Incredible! She told me about the Native American meaning of Seven Ravens. Seven Ravens is a Native American symbol of a journey. The Seven Ravens come to you to provide you direction and safe passage in your journey.  As the Ravens sat on her window ledge, she prayed. Then one by one she watched as each flew off carrying her prayers into the wind. She said the Ravens gave her great peace and comfort. They were a confirmation that the choices she has been making are good for her. And, now she knew for sure I was on the right path as well. In traditional Medicine cards, Ravens symbolize strength and healing.

That was 19 months ago.  If I only knew how my life would be changed. If I only knew how much healthier I would be. If I only knew my broken heart would mend. If I only knew I would find peace and happiness within my own soul. If I only knew those Seven Ravens were providing me a safe passage on this incredible journey. Would I have continued on knowing everything I would eventually change and give up? I don’t know. All I know is the friends that really mattered are still in my life even though I don’t go out drinking with them. They support me now in what I am doing. What I do know is that Yoga has been a refuge and safe haven for me and has provide me relief and sanity on some hard days. What I do know is that my world has opened up and new powerful spirits and come in and refreshed my spirit with hope. What I do know is that I am healed and back to living. I am changed forever and that was supposed to be my journey all along. I was jus too afraid and stubborn to give in. But, oh what magic happened once I finally let go…

To those seven beautiful ravens, thank you for providing me safe passage. I am eternally grateful.

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

Did you hear that?
It was a voice
Gently calling your name
If I close my eyes
I can play its melody
In my mind
Calling to you
The sound calms my spirit
And nourishes my soul
Softly drifting
It carries me to sleep
The sound of your name
Carried by the wind
Nestled gingerly
On a leaf
Floating miles
To my window
As if to heal me
And bring My weary heart Peace
In its presence
I say your name
As low as a whisper
I place it carefully
On the backs of
seven ravens
And ask the ravens
To protect your journey
And to keep you safe from harm
They leave my window
And take flight
Saying your name
With a message of love
Seven Ravens journey
From me to you
They wait
to softly kiss
your ear
Preached on the ledge
They sit
with the melody
of my name
On their backs
to sing to you
Their song
Of love and peace
Seven Ravens
A journey
Follow the raven
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Fine Art Print Grimm FairyTale Seven Ravens & Girl 8.3 x 11.7 inches
by: Christina Lank
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String – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

Twirl me
Around your finger
Deliciously
Intoxicated by
Your touch
Spin me
Into arousal
By your presence
Pull my string
One moment
At a time
You delight me
Leaving me with
The naughtiest of thoughts
The most sensual of wishes
Rest a while
On my ample
Breasts
Nipples waiting
For you touch
Savor the curve
My hips
Waiting for you
To rest between them
Linger on the
The pout of lips
Moist and ready for you
Pull me into
The center of
This attraction
With your eyes
And
Twirl me
Around your finger
Tasting
The juice
Of desire
From your lips
To mine
Twirl me
Into this
Heighten desire
And make me
Moan your name
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Sampo Kaikkonen – 1975 Finnish Figurative Painter  
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In The Center Of My Fire – Love, Sex & Poetry (Repost)


In The Center Of My Fire – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long
Ball of fire
I explode
By your touch
Into a raging
Inferno that
Wraps you
In its fingers
Pulling you
To my fire
Lighting your
Way home
To my heart
Passion
Waits for you
Love ready
To twist
Around your
Heart
And melt
Your body
Into mine
Can you feel
The pulse of
Desire?
Spinning the color
Of lust
Around your legs
Rising up
To the center of body
Tasting the tip
Of your fire
Placing my
Hands at
Your heart center
Kissing your lips
Bring you back
To love
Boldly
Burning your name
Rest your love
Between my legs
Live in the center
Of our fire
Passion
Waits for you
Flames lick
Your ears
Brushing your lips
Come to me
And touch
Center of my fire
That only
Burns
For you
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Talon Abraxas – British Surrealist Painter – 1980

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Naked Salvation – Love, Sex & Poetry – Repost

“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But …opening up your soul to someone, Letting them into your spirit, your thoughts, your fears, your future, your hopes and dreams, that is being naked. ~Rob Bell

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

Standing
Before you
Stripped of all
Pretenses
I
Offer myself
As a gift
For your taking
I lay
My desire
Of body and soul
At your feet
Soaked
Wet
by
My hopes
Drizzled in
Your love
Naked
I lay
Under your
Spell
Entraced by
Your hand
That saved
Me
Salvation
In your presence
Guided
By your
Voice
Standing
Naked
Revealed
Yet
Not Afraid
Of what
You see
You see
Me
In You
I find
Salvation
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Logan – By: Eric Wallis – American Impressionist Figurative Painter

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