Blue Persuasion ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

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

I could almost
Hear the sound
Of your heart beating
In the faint distance
I thought
I was imagining it
But I kept hearing you
My ear tuned into
The familiar rhythm
My chest swelled
With excitement
As it grew louder
I followed it
As the beat
Of your heart grew near
My nipples hardened
By your energy
I could feel it
I could feel you
With each step
You spiraled my thoughts
Until you were
Wrapped around my desires
Taking them as your own
At that moment
Eye to eye
I tripped and now
I’m somewhere lost
On the island
Of your crystal blue eyes
I’m lying under the sun
Eating the fruit
You feed me
With your fingers
Lying here
I feel at home
As I set my compass
To the coordinates
Of our spiritual connection
The longitude of your cock
To the latitude of my hips
Relaxing in preparation for
Your entry
I feed off the bounty
Of your affections
Blazing into my soul
I drink from the lake
Of encouragement
You give me
In our gentle exchanges
I’m lying somewhere
In the grass
On the island of
Your crystal blue eyes
Closing my eyes
For a moment
To rest on the
Warmth of your chest
As you float
Into my dreams
As if to reassure me
That I am safe and protected
I am welcomed
Into your heart
I am invited to
Dance with you
In the moonlight
On the island
Of your crystal blue eyes
As the rays of love
Rain down on us
The moon whispers
To the Sun
At daybreak
Songs of
Hope and joy
What was once lost
Is now found
On the island
Of your crystal blue eyes
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I couldn’t focus this morning because I kept feeling like “Crystal Blue Persuasion” was near me even though I knew he wouldn’t be…but it turned out…he was💋😈🙏🔥❤️😁 👍

For my Writing 201 Peeps ~ This love poem has Pleasure, Apostrohpe, Ballad and Anaphora/Epistrophe, “lost on the island of your crystal blue eyes”.

Art Retrieved from:
Susperia ~ Mia Tavonatti

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

She lays open wide on the bed
Partially dressed in lace of red
He stands above her
Her strong consummate lover
Taking her ever so slowly
As she releases and moans lowly
He now owns her madly
While she submits to him gladly
She takes her pleasure
In his every measure
In the act of submission
She gives him permission
To own her completely
She surrenders to him so sweetly
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Day 10, The Final Day of Writing 201, Poetry
Three requirements were:

    Pleasure: I returned to poetry that comes naturally to me, Erotic Poetry for my blue-eyed muse💋❤️🔥
    Sonnet: It’s 14 lines and Sonnetish 😁👍
    Apostrophe: Written to a person or thing, I usually do write my erotic poems in this manner. But this one flowed better as it is

Day 9 – Writing 201 ~ Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe

It’s almost that time of year
When my petals fall
It’s almost that time of year
When I wither
In the cold damp air
It’s almost that time of year
I say farewell
And return to the earth
It’s almost
That time of year
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Day 9’s assignment made me break out my drawing skills. lol. Three “requirement” were:

    1. Cold: I wrote about Winter coming and Roses dying


    1. Contrete: Poem should be in a shape. Well, I had to draw a flower before I could write in the shape of a flower.


    1. Anaphora/Epistrophe: Repetition of a line ~ “It’s almost that time of year.”

Day 8 – Writing 201 – – Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

Sour Candy
By: Linda A. Long

Yellow Sour Patches Kids
How you bring tears
To my eyes
Beautiful tears of remembrance
Sitting on the bed
Face to face
With my sister
Sucking on
Yellow Sour Patch Kids
Laughing at each other
While pursing our lips
They make me
Miss her more
Emotions flood my heart
As the sour flavor
Fills my mouth
She was
My sister
My mother
My friend
I was
Her sister
Her daughter
Her friend
Her caregiver
And finally
On that final day
In the hospital
I was her life taker
But she is free now
No longer
Restricted by
An uncooperative body
Free to be
An angel
A butterfly
A ghost
A push at my back
A whisper in my ear
Free to be
She is free
Yellow Sour Patch Kids
Always remind me
Of her sweet puckered face
And the way we laughed
When we ate sour candy
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My Window – Day 7 Writing 201 Poetry

My Window
By: Linda A. Long

I sit
In the sky
Perched on cloud
To the ocean
As it talks to my soul
Smoothing out the rough edges
In my mind
The pattern of stress
Melts away with
The sand returning to sea
Up here
I see the world below
I watch my city
Change from
Lazy beach town by day
To high roller haven by night
Offering a little
Something for everyone
From my window
To the world
I see the neon signs
Glow by moonlight
I watch the fireworks
On Fourth of July
Boom Boom Boom
I hear angry wind
Whistle in my ear
Showing its power
As I stand in the window
I see storms
Roll up the coast
And devour the beach
I hear the sirens sound
From the firehouse across the street
I watch beach lovers
Make their pilgrimage
And claim their spot
Just below my window
From here
I scout my place
In the sand
Right between
The red umbrella
And blue tent
Away from the crowd
As I sit
In the sky
Perched on a cloud
I carve my name
Into the sand
With my mind’s eye
Knowing this time
Right now
Is fleeting
The waves of change will
Carry my name away
A new phase
Of life will begin
I will always
Remember this season
Of my life
As the time
I set myself free
And started to
Honor all that I am
It has been
This time
Near ocean
I healed myself
Mind, body and spirit
It has been
This season
That I prepared myself
For what wonderful
Changes life
Still has to come
While looking
Out my window
To the world
I’ve grown
I’ve grown
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I’m posting Day 7 early. I won’t have time tomorrow…

Day 7’s assignment in Writing 201 Poetry is to write about something close to home. I wrote about my window which faces the Atlantic Ocean. It symbolizes how I see the world as open & expansive. The photo on this post is my window to world. The below song from U2 is a favorite of mine.

Day 6 Writing 201- Found Poetry, Faces & Chiamus

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

Pulling the mask off
I stand in
Showing you
The face of my true self

“I want to know
If you can see Beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day
And can you source
Your own life from its presence”

I’m showing you
All of me
From inside to out
I’m opening the shutters
And letting
Your light inside
Of me

“After a while you learn
subtle difference
Between holding a hand
Chaining a soul
And you learn that love
Doesn’t mean leaning
And company
Doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises”

But I still I want to
Go on this journey
With you
I still believe in spite
Of my lifetime commitment
To being non-committal
I now in all sincere
Honesty believe
I am ready
For you to see
My true face
The one no one else
Has seen
I Now confess
In spite of not completely trusting
My heart to another man
I now trust you completely

“Let me not
To the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments”

Standing face to face
Looking my dark Browns
Into your baby blues
I say
“Two roads
Diverged in the woods
And I took
The one last traveled by”
With you

We weren’t each
Others beginning
Our firsts belong
To others
But I’ve heard
It’s not how you
Start that matters
It’s how you finish
And I want you
To be my last
My only
Until my ending
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Today’s Assignment in Writing 201 – Poetry was to create a poem about faces using “found poetry”. In other words, borrowing words, phrases or verses from other poems. We were also supposed to use a “Chiamus” which is an which reverses the structure of one sentence in the next. Not sure I achieved Chaimus but I lost steam and had to move on to other tasks today.

I borrowed verses/phrases from:
“The Invitation” By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare
“Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost
“Comes The Dawn” by Veronica Shoffstall or Judith Evans. This is still being debated online

Art by “Distant Lovers” by Gyaban

Day 5 – Writing 201 – She Let Go


Day 5 Writing 201 Poetry Assignment was to post a poem from that another poet. I chose “She Let Go” by Rev. Safire Rose of Agape Ministries. I chose this poem because it’s symbolic of my struggle in recent years to let go of people, things and situations that no longer help me, serve me or grow me. I am better, healthier and stronger because I trusted my own intuition and let go. As I timidly open my hand and let go,I occasionally freak out but I am also free to make room for new experience in my life.

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Ode To My High Heeled Black Boots – Writing 201 Day 5

Ode To High Heeled Black Boots – Love, Sex and Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

In deep admiration
I pay homage to my
High Heeled
Black Boots
The ones that come
Up to my knee
And lead his beautiful eyes
Straight into my waiting prize
Heels like spikes
My stilettos tie
His thoughts around my hips
Like a chain link belt
Of unbridled passion
And unsavory intentions
High heeled
Black boots
Line the map
Of his desires to
Where I live in his heart
Starving, I’m starving
For his love and attention
My boots are
Like a magic wand
I wave over his waist
Until his restlessness
Pulls him into
The center of my world
My high heeled
Black boots glisten as they
Rest on his shoulders
As if a star lighting
His path
Into my deepest caverns
To peace, love and happiness
My high heeled black boots
Gently beg
For his attention
Like a petulant child
Distracting him from
Urgent matters
Drawing him into
Into the dreamy underworld
Of my sexual desire
I live here
From him
Come hither
Say my boots
Follow me
Beg my boots
They cast a spell
Of love and
Make a plea of lust
Take me, my love
It was my
Higher heeled
Black boots
That brought him to me
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Writing 201 – Poetry Day Assignment was to write a poem in the style of an ode reflecting where you live and using a metaphor. I wrote about my high heeled black boots. I love them. I’m actually going to buy a new pair of stiletto boots Later tonight😁 The map, where I live, is in the dreamy world of lust I share with a man. And, I used metaphors throughout. Here’s a link to the course.

Day 4 Limericks & Enjambment – Writing 201 Poetry

He had eyes of blue
Which I somehow feel into
While I tried to resist
His cuteness did persist
And now I crave him
Like chocolate fondue

My lips were painted red
May I kiss you he said
I shyly pouted my lips
As his hands swirled my hips
And we left words unsaid

Falling into love
By Cupid’s shove
I grabbed on
To stop the fall
But I heard
My beloved’s call
It was like angels from above
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I am participating in a two week poetry class online – not for credits, obviously. I’m doing it more for fun and enjoyment. They send a writing prompt the night before the posting date which is helpful because i can schedule my posts for the next day.

Today’s prompt Limericks & enjambment which is continuing a sentence without a pause on another line. I do that all the time in my poetry.

The Thread – Writing 201 (Rhyme & Prose)

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

Tie me up
Tie me down
Thread the needle
And keep us together
Stitch the red thread
Across my alabaster skin
Drag it along with your teeth
Tracing it into me
Knot me up
Knot me down
Tie me up with your tongue
Tie me down with your lips
Crave my desire
While I surrender
Willfully into your ear
Lace your thread around me
Pull it tighter
Against my skin
Pin your heart
To mine
Tie me up
With your eyes
Pin me down
With your thighs
Finally comfortable
In my own skin
I lay at your feet
I offer you the fire within
Tie me up with silk
Tie me down to you
And paint the threads red
The color red that matches the lace
That holds me from you
Tie me up with a bow in my hair
Release it lustfully
And set me free
Thread my love
Weave it through your heart
I’ll trace it down
To my desire
Follow the pattern
Down to my soul
Rest a while
In my arms
Find your way
in my eyes
Come swing
Swing a while on my hips
And softly kiss my lips
Weave us a rhythm
That ties you to me
Stitch a place in time
Call it yours and mine
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Life is best when lived passionately!