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  • Perfect person


    Author: ladyjewel


    Body in the grip of tearing pain,
    Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

    Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

    You slide out and the pain is gone,
    A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
    I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
    A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
    You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

    You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
    Inside me.

    You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
    My gift.
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    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    My children are all my perfect people.

  • The Swan, a love story


    Author: ladyjewel


    The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.

    She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.

    All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.

    She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.

    Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.

    The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.

  • Yellow.

    Yellow, a colour I never before put with me,

    Yellow daffodils, soft and gentle, fragile yet flexible to sway in the wind.

    Yellow Sunflowers, bright and bold, Strong, yet unique turning to the sun.

    Both seem so different and yet, once you cut them they both slowly die.

    I have been broken and my petals ripped out and left to dry up and blow away.

    But someone with quiet strength has gently gathered the seed left behind and planted me again.

    Now the question is, have I got the courage to push through the dirt and feel the sunshine again, is this real.

    I hope so because these hands feel safe.

  • Broken.

    In silence she sat, no expression on her face, the glass snow globe in her hands and a pile of items sitting next to her.

    It had been an hour and she had not moved, she placed the glass snow globe on the top step where she sat and gently rolled it forward, watching it shatter into pieces at the bottom, that was how she felt inside, her hand reached for the beautiful porcelain dog, looked into it’s eye’s and gently rolled it down to follow the globe.

    When she reached for the last piece she watched it fall as if in slow motion and as it crashed so did she, silent tears rolling down, at last she could begin to feel again.

  • Something Real.

    A connection, a text, just words.
    But suddenly the right words

    A call, just a voice, but this one flows into you like a gentle breeze, it climbs into every corner of your mind, traces the essence that is you, and makes the day so much better than you remember.

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    A face, just a face, but those eyes and smile hit you like a whirlwind that slams into you, turning your thoughts, body and essence into something that’s alive and aching, yet soft and dreamy.

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    A feeling, butterflies and ladybugs fill the empty rooms that you remember closing the door to, and you realise that the crack he caused could be magical, but until he gets to see you as a whole person, maybe that crack could begin to break one of your walls, but if not then at least he began the process.

    Smiles and curls up into bed, with soft gentle eyes and strong arms, for now he can be with me for tonight, no expectations nothing too heavy, just warming, slowly melting and that’s okay.

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  • Mistress


    Someone who calmly commands, She knows Her strength and weaknesses,
    She understands that to Dominate another person is to allow that person to see inside Her soul as much as She gets to see them.

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    A slave gives themselves to a Mistress because it’s their choice, because She has earned their trust and submitting to Her is not loosing themselves but allowing themselves to become completely owned and protected by a Woman who understands their needs maybe more than they do at the time.

    It’s a gift of complete love and respect that to a Mistress is beyond precious, and to the slave is calm surrender.

    In their own way both are committed to the others total wants.

    It’s a beautiful relationship when it’s understood and not abused.

    It needs to be protected completely.

  • Muscular Strength for Me

    She walks into the room She was busy in earlier ❣️The man/ Her man, She sits gently on the bed next to him.

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    His strong masculine legs bound, his beautiful eyes covered by a soft blindfold, his strong muscular hands bound together and resting above his head.

    She smiles with such love knowing he trusts Her with his strength and weaknesses.His breathing quicker now that he smells Her, she traces his lips and softly licks them, She drinks in his moans and watches his nipples harden and his delicious manhood beginning to strain upwards as through reaching for Her.She sighs and let’s her hand begin to learn him again and again.

    She craves this power he offers Her so trustingly, he is a precious part of Her right now and She will treasure him with pain and pleasure, She will teach him about how strong he is.

    Bites his nipple and thrills at the gasp, Yes it’s going to be a beautiful night.

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  • Aftercare

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    Aftercare is one of the best parts to being a Mistress.
    Kink and play is amazing, Domination of so much strength is such an addiction.
    Running My hands through a beautiful mind is perfection.
    Total trust is the ultimate gift.