Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Try

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

Peaches
I have peaches
Waiting for your return
I felt them
This morning while
I was in the shower
You were on my mind
I was aroused
My nipples grew hard
As I stroked the tips
Of my breasts
I thought of you
So far away
You are far away
I wish I was with you
I would step
Out of the shower
And slide my
Clean wet body
Back into bed
Next to you
Ready for you
To taste
Open for you to lick
The juice
Of my body
Would nourish you
Before you
Leave for work
I want you
More than
I’ve ever wanted
Any other man
You tap into
The very core
Of what inspires me
And what motivates me
Intellect
Sex
Passion
Writing
Learning
Fire
I will gladly
Put myself
In your hands
I thought about you
This moring
And the juice
Of my body
Running down your cheek
I lick the corner
Of your mouth
For a taste
Just before our lips meet
Tasting the sweet
Fruit of my body
In your mouth
Yes
You were in thoughts
As I lay in bed tonight
I will
Touch my wetness
In gratitude
To you
For returning lust
To my life
Sparking my intellect
Feeding my passion
Erotica
Slowly entwining
Your life around mine
Passionately
You and I are connected
Mind
Body
Spirit
Entwined
You make me
Try
Try
A little harder
For that
I thank you
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
Life is best when lived passionately
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Note:
MBE leads me by example and that inspires me. He’s also damn cute and that makes me wet. He makes me try to be better๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

The music is one of my top 10 favorite songs EVER:
Janis Joplin – “Try”. I even stole a line in of the song in the poemโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

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Sageword Facebook Page

Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Erotic Highway

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

I’ll pave
The road
To hell
For you
With soft kisses
From my lips
To your cock
I’ll smile to you
Angelic in passing
But you always know
My thoughts
I want to
Ride the
Highway to hell
With you
I paved it with
My naughtiest intentions
The path
Down to my vagina
Is lined with
Delicious dark chocolate
Lick and savor my decadence
Lick your way down
Before you
Eat me as
Your last meal
The highway
To hell for us
Starts with the fire
Between our eyes
Sealed with a kiss
On the lips
As you get off
In the wet
Center lane between
My legs
Drive your desires
Into me
Like a Lamborghini
And know
My legs
Lay spread
Open for you
On the highway
Into erotic hell
Look into my eyes
I’ll grab hold
Of your ass
Drive your cock
Down deep
Into me
Along the flaming road
Of my vagina
I’ll hold on
To your hips
With legs
I’ll wrap tightly
Around your waist
As you ride
Down the
Highway to hell
With me
Ride me
Into hell
Ride me
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note:
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to spark a lusty poem. I saw an
AC/DC t-shirt today. And, thought MBE should lick ME like a lollipop while we are on a highway to hell anyway๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ˜‡โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Preppy Muse

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

Spin me something
Erotically delicious
With your thoughts
And tell me a
Naughty tale
A tale
You only tell
To me
In the words
Of your fantasies
Captivate
The most primitive part
Of my being
And let the whore
That lives
In the deepest part
Of my soul
Loose with
Wetness for you
You make me wet
My preppy blue eyed muse
I’m waiting
In our secret fantasy world
I need you to
Command me
With the dominance
Of a powerful lover
Would you like to
Bend me over your desk
What erotic game
Will we play today
As my eyes meet yours
I know
You hear me
As I purr for you
Seduce me
Lover
As if you are
A warrior returning
From battle
And I’m your
Insatiable nymph
Screaming
Fuck me
In your ear
It’s so loud
You hear it
As if
I am standing
Next to you
Only you can
Hear me say
Fuck me
Like you own me
My Muse
Fuck me
Like you own me
I purr for you
Brand my body
With your signature
So there is no
Mistake
You are my
Master
I see
Under the preppy
Blue Oxford
Is the heart
Of a man
That beats
Wildly for the
Catch of my eye
I hear your cock
As you walk by
Calling to me
Come unbutton
My shirt
And place
Your hand on my chest
Just for a moment
Before you slide
To your knees
In front of me
Unzip my Khakis
To reveal
My lust for you
I’ll brush your
Hair away from
Your eyes
Just to
Look down at your
Big brown eyes
And watch
As I slide in and out
Of your mouth
Click
He said,
“And the value of the
Work Breakdown Structure is”
That quick
With the click
Of a slide
On the screen
I’m back in my reality
Waiting patiently
To finish my fantasy
And write this
Naughty poem
For my preppy muse
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I’ve been in a training class this week. My thoughts drifted a couple times. MBE has been looking really cute. I like the preppy look on him. I could lick him like a lollipop๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ˜‡

The Music is Alicia Keys “If I Aint Got You”

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Future Of Lust

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Future Of Lust
By: Linda A. Long

Thereโ€™s a quiet energy
That passes between
You and me
When we are near each other
It opens my legs
In quiet submission
To your masculine power
Yielding to the force
Of the femininity
The throbs deep
Within until
I am wet
It’s the energy
That passes between
The two of us
That creates a force field
Of sexual wanting
A knowing of desire
An electrified
Unspoken agreement
Between us
That fills the air
Between my breasts
With the intensity of lust
Our intensity
It made me nervous
In the beginning
Almost anxious
With excitement
Nervous with embarrassment that
That my face would
Show the lusty intentions
That ached quietly
Between my legs
For morsel of your attention
The glance of your eye
The engagement of you
In the erotic world
Of my thoughts
And poetry
As time has passed
Iโ€™ve grown Accustomed
To the affects of
Our intensity on my body
I must confess
Your presence nourishes me
Iโ€™m not a talkative person
I could sit without
Saying a word out loud all day
But, somehow
You hear me
You hear my thoughts
And know I need you
Your body
Leans into the me
I feel your warmth
Rise up thighs
And wet me with desire
I feel your spirit lift
In the connection
As my quiet words
Fall on your lips
In a private kiss
Of acknowledgement
That you are
The lightening to my spine
I hear your pace quicken
With a spark
From the private space
Weโ€™ve created with
Each other
In our very public world
I see
I see a future
In the blue of your eyes
Where I am
The very best
I am capable of being
And you are
The center of
My world
Splitting my legs open
And burning your
Name into me
On the tip of your manhood
I see a future
Where you are supported
Loved and admired
And I write you
My desires
With my nipples
On your chest
I see a future
Where my hand
Belongs resting
In the warmth
Of your palm
Losing myself
In the blue
Of your eyes
I wrestle
Today with impatience
Because the future
I see for us
Is so beautiful
I want it
Now
I want you
Now
I want
The future of lust
Now
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
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Note:
I looked at MBE today and saw the future. I heard him speak today and knew he was pulling words out of me. As my mind drifted for a moment, I took a couple minutes to grab my phone & write the first couple lines of this poem. I wrote just enough to give me a prompt to pick it up & finish tonight. I learned when I’m sparked & I start hearing words in my head I need to stop and at least scribe a line or two as a mental bookmark. Then I can go back to whatever I am doing.

The moment made me giggle to myself and blush a bitโ˜บ๏ธ Just as I was finishing the sentence & getting ready to put my phone down, MBE walked by on his way somewhere quickly. We looked at each other. I may have jumped a little because his timing was almost psychic and felt like he caught me in the act of writing about opening my legs for him in quiet submission ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ I almost felt like he knew what I was thinking or maybe wondering if I was writing him somethingโ˜บ๏ธ

The music is The Fugees with Lauryn Hill singing “Killing Me Softly”

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Love, Sex & Poetry ~ Misbehaving

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

I want
My lover
To treat me
Like HIS lady
I want
My lover
To lust for me
Like HIS whore
I want
My lover
To feel comfortable enough
To talk
To me
Like HIS best friend
I want
My lover
To know
I am HIS
I want
My lover
To possess me
Like HIS property
And control my body
Like HIS submissive
I want
My lover
To know
I am HIS
I want
My lover
To spank me
Like a child
And discipline me
When I misbehave
I want
My lover to
Touch me
Lick me
Possess me
And fuck me
Like I’m HIS
Naughty little girl
I want
My lover
To misbehave
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
Obviously, I’ve got misbehaving and MBE on my mind. Lol๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

Photo Credit
Helena Wierzbicki

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Commando – Love, Sex & Poetry

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

I have a secret
Come close
I’ll whisper it
In your ear
I’m not wearing
Any panties
Under my skirt
Look closely
In my eye
When we pass
If you linger for
Just a moment
You’ll see me
Inviting you
To stimulate me
Make the juice
Of arousal run
Down my leg
I’ll stand in
Front of you
Embarrassed by my
Bare nakedness
But willing to
Share the naughty
Secret under my skirt
With only you
In the color
Of passion
I am wet
With anticipation
Let me sit
In front of you
For just a moment
I’ll spread my legs
Just long enough
For you see
My lips
Full of arousal for you
Asking for you
To slide your hand up
And touch my
Passion for you
Press me down
And taste me
Have me as
Your afternoon snack
And when you
Reach the point
Of no return
Fuck me
Without restraint
Sliding my skirt down
I’ll leave
With your juice
Dripping down my legs
Still wet with
Your desire
It’s hidden
Under my skirt
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note:
Well, I went shopping and saw some panties on sale. I now know why they were on sale๐Ÿ˜‰

I wear skirts with bare legs a lot. I hate pantyhose. I occasionally wear tights in the winter but usually I just prefer bare legs, skirts and boots. The other day I wore a black Pencil skirt which is tight fitting with boots. I also wore a pair of the cheap panties. Well, the pretty pink panties that matched my bra and sweater set fell apart as I was wearing them. It was uncomfortable. I decided to just take them off and go commando – commando in my tight Pencil Skirt โ˜บ๏ธ I kept seeing MBE around and felt like maybe he was sensing there was nothing under the skirt๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ˆ He looked really cute in red. As it wasn’t the appropriate place or situation to share my secret with him, I wrote a poem instead. I wrote this yesterday but just got a chance to post it today โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘

Photo Credit

Jack Vettriano – one of my favs

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It’s Like Sex

Ahhhhh, it was such a release I’m blushing with endorphins. My smile is from ear to ear and my body definitely feels like it let something go. Like I got something out. I feel wonderful. It’s like after sex๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘

The Drum Circle. It’s primal. It primitive. The infectious beat brings out the crazy in me๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I lose control and just pound the crap out of the drum. Ahh, it’s wonderful. Tonight’s Drum Circle was intoxicating. I am in love with drumming. My Djembe Drum is worth every penny I spent on it๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‰

Here’s a photo of the Circle which is held monthly at a local Art Museum on a lake.

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I started taking Boxing lessons this week too. That is also a release that Is like sex. I feel totally spent after my lessons. Totally deliciously spent and sometimes needing a nap๐Ÿ‘. Here’s a photo of my Boxing Gloves. I was disappointed they only came in Girlie Pink. As my Trainer was looking at my cleavage, he reminded me that I am most definitely all girl – so what’s wrong with Pink Gloves. Lol โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘

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My tastes and hobbies are certainly changing. This once peaceful Yogi who used to search for candlelight Yoga classes now needs more power in her experience. I guess I like more action oriented activities now instead slow relaxing yoga. Maybe I just like banging the crap out of something…. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜„ I know I’ll enjoy banging the crap out of someone๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ Given the change in my energy, Qi, I would advise MBE to do some cardio and eat some Wheaties๐Ÿ‘ “Linda Luv Me Long Time” is heading his way and sees plenty of banging in our future๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜„โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜‰. Yeee hah๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ

100 Rose Petals – Love, Sex & Poetry

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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
โ€œMy heart Is yoursโ€
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
ยฉ 2014 โ€“ Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved

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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
Wholelyย 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
Mindโ€™s eye
Poetically
Make love to me
Fantasies come to lif
Through words
Magically poetic words
Of love, sex and desire
In Poetic Intercourse
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note: ย MBEโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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“The Kiss”
Jindra Noewi

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Loving Presence – Love, Sex & Poetry

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By: Linda A. Long

Whatโ€™s your pleasure
Tell me your fantasy
Speak your desire
Put your trust
Into my hands
I wonโ€™t
Let you down
My lips
Will be sealed
With your kiss
I feel pressure in the air
A feeling of pressure
Sitting heavy
On the chest
The weight of
Lifeโ€™s decisions
I write to
Offer support
Find a haven
In my eyes
Look deep and
See my desire
Feel peace
In my voice
Close your eyes
And know
I am here
To offer support
And give you
What you need
Know when I am near
You are
Wanted
Desired
Safe
Believe those
Words to be true
And when the time
Is right
Take your
Respite in my arms
And revitalize
Yourself between
My legs
I promise
To always be
A friend first
A lover second
An independent
Self-sufficient
Loving
Affectionate
Partner
Always
I promise
To always
Help you navigate
The challenges of life
So you can
Be better
Stronger
And achieve
Your wildest ambitions
I am a nurturer
Let me nourish you
You donโ€™t have
To do it alone
I am here for you
When you are
Ready to talk to me
I am here
And
Ready
To be
Your friend first
your lover second
And a loving presence
In your life
Always
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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NOTE: Sometimes I honestly do not know where what I write comes from. Words just flow out of me. Not sure why. But, I felt like this is what needed to be said.  Words of genuine caring and affection were needed to be said rather than words of lust and sex.   Genuine caring and affection…

Photo Credit:
Duong Quoc Dinh, 1967 ~ Body painting

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