Swim ~ Love, Sex and Poetry


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

In your manhood
I find myself
Going deeper
Into the waters
Of your soul
To find
My own path
To contentment
I hold my breathe
As I dive
All the way down
Into the place
In your heart
Where the love
You withhold
From another
Waits patiently
For me
To believe you
Waits for me
For me
To relax into
Your hands
And trust you
With my future
And my heart
I swim to the top
Of reality
Gasping for air
Searching the horizon
For safety and security
I panic
And try to swim
To familiar land
Until I felt it
I felt your heart
Pulling me
Into the riptide
Of love again
Trying to gain control
Of my destiny
I try to change
My course
I am
So used to
Looking out myself
It’s my instinct
Or perhaps
Just a habit
To disengage
To protect myself
But I feel it
I feel myself
Drowning in your soul
I feel myself
Needing to be near you to
Feel my own heart beat
Get out

My inner skeptic
Get out before
He breaks your heart

My wounded soul
Begs of me
As one barrier
Between us dissolves
And we move closer
To one another
I take a deep breathe
Before diving
Back down into the water
Swimming back down
To bottom of your heart
Until I find
The center of your world
Placing my lips
Against your chest
You give me oxygen
And tell me
To take a breathe
And trust you
Trust you
As I steady myself
I whisper to you
I do
Trust you
As much as I
Am capable of trusting
Another person
I trust you
I don’t want more
If I won’t have you
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Note I’d like to take my clothes off and go for a swim in those beautiful blue eyes ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

Photography “Kissed” by Libor Spacek


On The Way Home ~ Love, Sex And Poetry

On The Way Home ~ Love, Sex And Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

Not a blush
In my cheek
As your hand
Rests between
My legs
Not even a moment
Of hestiation
As you rub my thigh
As the world
Moves around us
We are
In the moment
Of arousal
As the train
We ride home
Moves slowly
Rocks from
Side to side
Your hand is warm
And your fingers
Are insistant
As they slip up
To my warm spot
That has been
Waiting for your
Touch all day
People move around us
The man
Behind us talks
About football
The women
In front of us
Complain about work
But you and I
Only see each other
I look into
The beautiful blue eyes
That have become
The conpass
To my soul
And savor
This moment
The moment
We finally
Can sit
Close together
My leg
Crossing yours
The heat of
Your breath
On my cheek
My hand moving
With yours
While you
Feel my passion
For you
The world around us
Stands still
As we steal
A few moments
Of pleasure
On the train ride home
Next stop
Is ours
I pull my skirt down
And slide my
Hand into yours
As we run
Off the train
Until you press me
Against a wall
And have me
With the full
Force of your desire
You enter me
Deeply and thrust
Into me forcefully
As stress melts
Into passion and love
We connect
On the train ride home
I seduce you
On the train ride home
I am back
Into your arms
On the train ride home
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Yay! Writer’s Block is over๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ Finally some erotic words flowing out of me for my blue eyed muse ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜

The King’s Day ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

The King’s Day ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

On the most special day
I remind you
You are my King
You are
The strong confident
Life force
I feel
In my life and
Know in my heart
You are
A steady presence
Reminding me
You belong
In my life
We are Kismet
My soul
Now recognizes
Your aura
And welcomes
You into my
Inner world
Where I let
You now see me
And rest
In the softness
Of my womanhood
The mascukine scent
Of your energy
Drifts into
My experience
And swells
My breasts
Hardens my nipples
With desire for you
Calling me
To rise up
Into your arms
And be your Queen
On this
Your most special day
I affirm
With you held tight
In my Intentions
To attract
Only that which is for the
Highest good
Of the joint Union
Of our souls
As I bow
To your desirability
I speak to the voice
That is within
Your soul
And call to it
To journey
Into this love with me
On this
Your most special day
I call you
My King
With the love
And admiration
Of a Queen
On this
The King’s Day

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Note: It’s been a day๐Ÿ˜‚ It’s Memorial Day Weekend at the beach. Traffic is already annoying around here. It’s definitely the “white knuckled” driving season around here. The AC in my bedroom isn’t working๐Ÿ˜กI am the 171th ticket in the Tech’s queue. However, he said I may get bumped up because he knows he will get paid๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‚ I over stretched my back last night in Meditation warmups and it’s now tweaked๐Ÿ‘ŽOuch! I couldn’t sit on the beach today because I couldn’t get in and out of a low chair. I’ve been icing it. I still managed to take a four mile slow walk but it’s pretty sore. I have to spend a lot of time in a car tomorrow because I’m “escorting” my Mom to my cousin’s wedding in Reading, PA. She really wanted to go so I am going with her. Hopefully, my back feels better tomorrow or it could be a super long hot day๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

The good news is I think I figured out the Embed Code for my blog which enables the Youtube videos to play straight from my blog. It seems to work. I am also happy I was poetically inspired on this special day to write this poem โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

Erotic Token ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

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

Between the softness
Of my thighs
Is a place
That rises
In response
To your masculine
Dominant energy
Bows in submission
As you wet my lips
In erotic surrender
It’s with your strong assertive
Voice my legs
In anticipation
Of your forceful
Entry into my
Obedient lips
Willfully parting
To your bossy inclinations
My eyes beg you
In earnest
To press me against
The wall
Bury your face
Into my cleavage
And take
Everything you want
In this instant
In this place
At this time
Right here
Pulling me down
On to the floor
Eye to eye with you
Breaking me into
As I whisper
I love you
Yielding willfully
To your direction
To worship
Your erection
And pay proper
Respect to the
Light of my erotic fire
I submit
To your erotic authority
And humble
Offer my naked body
To you
As a token
Of my devotion
Yours always
In adulation
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Note: MBE was so so cute and just the right amount of bossy to get my erotic mojo going๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ”ฅ Maybe he would like to see me naked in stilettos in front of him with handcuffs around my ankles pouting until he spanks me๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜ˆ The power of suggestion is fierceโœŒ๏ธโŒโญ•๏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
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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

The Mask ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

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

He told me
His story
I listened
With care
As the tale
Of his life
Unfolded before me
His joys, sorrows
Wins and losses
My heart filled
With emotion
As I rode
The waves
With him
I took in
What he felt
I felt it too
He didn’t know
I felt it too
My hands
Holding his
His hands
In mine
Touching together
Moving apart
Through the light
Of love
The subtle sensitivities
Of my soul
I leave
My tears
On his sleeve
Drying my eyes
In the
Stolen words
By midnight
He speaks to me
Echoes of desire
I speak
Into his ears
I whisper
He hears me
He understands me
His warmth
In my heart
He knows
He accepts
I am emotional
Because I feel
I am passionate
And sometimes
My intuitions
Are too overwhelming
For words
His light hearted smile
Lifts my spirits
Into his hands
I am
More of my myself
By his acceptance
Of my sensitive heart
I am crying
Because I see
Because I feel
Because I know
I can finally
Take off the mask
I wear to everyone
I can finally
Let the guard down
To him
Only him
I realize now
He already
Sees me
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I am sensitive. I am emotional. I am a passionate. I feel. I love. I care. Sometimes it all gets overwhelming and I have a hard time keeping my balance. But it is so much easier feeling like I don’t have to hide it. He already sees me. I know he sees what others don’t. I am ok with that.๐Ÿ™โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โ˜บ๏ธ


Swirl ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

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

I like
To swirl
Swirl my tongue
In your mouth
As I kiss you
Full on the lips
Swirl my hips
Against your waist
As I play
Your desire
Into my mouth
I like
To swirl
Swirl my nipples
Against your face
Until you take
Them into your mouth
One at a time
On my nipples
As I swirl them
Into your mouth
I like
To swirl
My mouth
Around your cock
Swirl up
Swirl down
Until I take you
All the way in
Swirling you
All the way
Into my life
I like
To swirl
As I ride you
Swirling my hips
Swirling my hips
Swirling my hips
Until I scream your name
I want you
To swirl
Swirl your cock
Into me
Swirl your cock
Swirl yourself
Around me
You are holding
Me down
Pinning me
To the bed
With the swirl
Of your hips
I like
To swirl
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NOTE: Note to self: Add “swirling” to his “To Do” list๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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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Grab On, Hold On ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

Grab on; Hold On
By: Linda A. Long

Grab on
Hold on
Donโ€™t look ahead
Donโ€™t look behind
Just look in my eyes
And grab on
Just take my hand
And hold on
Breathe deep
Stay in the moment
And Grab on
In this moment
Hold on
Block out the world
Tune out the noise
Shut your eyes
Breathe deep
And grab On
Trust your heart
Hold on
This is yours
Grab on
Iโ€™m yours
Hold on
Donโ€™t let go
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Note It would be helpful to both of us if MBE grabbed on to my breasts or maybe hold on to my ass for a while this eveningโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

In The Valley Of My Cleavage ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

In the Valley of My Cleavage – Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda Long

Dive down
Dive all the way down
Into my cleavage
Follow the trail
I wear around my neck
Stay in my valley
For a while
Cascade my peaks
I’ll take splendor
As you take your pleasure
Find peace
In the depth of breasts
Let your hands
Float in my waters
Iโ€™ll rescue you
Rest your head
For a little while
Listen to my heart
It beats for you
It is strong now
I’ll rescue you
With my mouth to yours
Dive into my cleavage
Soak me up
Breathe me deep
Swim onto my shore
Hold onto love
With me
I won’t let you go
It’s yours
I’m yours
All yours
In the valley
Of my cleavage
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I was thinking today about the very first time I caught MBE staring at my boobsโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹He was stuck in the “valley” for sure. I remember walking away flushed with embarrassment because I was immediately aroused. He looked really adorable when he realized what he was doing. I love when he looks at me that way. He can have me any way he wants me when he gets me like that ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ