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  • Rose colour glasses.

    Glasses we are born with, they protect us and help us see the best of this beautiful world.

    Most of the time we go through life, just getting bigger glasses.

    Sometimes someone walks up to us and rips them off, stands in front of you and takes a blow torch and just burns them until they are bent and black.

    You realise how much you needed those glasses to keep living, the harsh world is exposed and scary.

    You learn to cope and keep going.

    One day somewhere, someone will offer you a new pair, ones that will dim the harshness of life but enhance the beauty, they will not shield you but, they will let you see the magic you never noticed before.

    That’s worth waiting for, some people find that person earlier than others, you just need to really “see” them and hold on.

  • A Woman is Fire.

    A Woman is fire 🔥 She is unpredictable and interesting, She can warm your heart and body and burn them just as fast.

    She is born to nurture and give all of herself and in doing so She risks everything, and yet She does it again and again.

    One day She will see that all She is and all She gives is worth so much more than She could ever have imagined.

    She is Strength and a burning flame 🔥 that never really goes out, it just needs the right match.

  • Eating him.

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    She had cooked long stripes of pasta and drenched them in a sweet gooey custard, she had him sitting on the chair, his arms tied and secured at the back and both legs secured and stretched wide over the chair.

    Placing the bowl of food between his legs she began to dress her prize in strips of sticky pasta, wrapping each piece slowly, watching his expressions, they fascinated her, smiling she went back to work until the bowl was empty.

    Placing her hands on his thighs she leaned in and slowly and gently began to eat her creation, watching him grow and strain.

    She gloried in his moans and the taste of him mixed with the creamy sauce.

  • Sweet & Sour.

    The sweet and sour sucker he had waiting was brought to her mouth and traced over her lips.
    She had been instructed to keep still and her arms tied softly above her head.

    Her lips opened and he slowly plunged it into her mouth, she sucked while he watched her eyes go dreamy.

    Removing the sweet now wet and sticky he traced it around her nipple’s then popped it back into her wet mouth to suck as his mouth took time to clean up the sticky mess he had made.

    When she was moaning and her legs began to shift, he slowly pulled it from her mouth and gently plunged it between her other lips, moving it around to get into all the folds.

    Smiling into her eyes that were closing, and watching her mouth gasping, he brought the sweets back to her mouth and made her taste herself, she sucked greedily as he lowered his head to begin again cleaning his mess.

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  • Bubbles

    Soft balls of air made out of water and soap, that’s all a bubble is.

    And yet it floats and reflects the colour of the world that nobody sees without it.

    It need’s someone to use the air in their lungs, blow softly and bring them to Life so others can see them.

    A bubble is Magical and wonder, delightful to children and adults alike.

    You can’t see one without smiling and for that second your worries disappear, children laugh and chase them.

    But bubble’s last for such a short time and sometimes we miss them, they are fragile and delicate.

    Be someone’s bubble everyday, and treasure the one’s you are shown because they are gifted without expectations and last only as long as needed.

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  • Magic

    People think of Magic as witches on broom’s, lol, I wish I could just hop on a broom and fly that would be amazing.

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    Magic is wishes, dreams, believes, hope and love.

    As a little girl I knew there was someone in this world that I was waiting for, not just a wish it was a certainty.

    I have lived a full life, loved, been broken, fixed and have no regrets at all, I have been given so my beauty and love with my children and the family entrusted to me.

    What I have gone through was what I was meant to at that time in my life.

    And suddenly, now, I have a strange feeling that the Soul my soul knows might be able to find me, maybe it’s time to have a few stollen moments, months or years.

    If I find you and we are allowed time to make more memories my heartbeat can withstand another lifetime, if not I will wait again.

    Until then I will live every single day and enjoy life.

  • What defines a Man? :

    From what I have been reading it seems to be his penis, how sad, to have a whole spectacular person and he believes that one part defines him.

    A man is more attractive to a woman if he has confidence, gentle strength, respect, humour if he knows how to calm her, relax her mind, be there for her.

    As well as exploring her body and mind, take her out of her mind and put her in a safe space, build trust and discover how her body works, believe me she won’t care how long or thick your dick is, she will just care about you.

    I am surprised that most men believe most women are so shallow.

    If you don’t have a six pack, are not to well endowed, are not the typical type you think woman want..but..you can see her soul and play her body like a beautiful musical instrument, and don’t let her fall, to her you are perfection.

  • The way life works.

    We are who we are , sometimes we think we need to go one way in life and suddenly life kicks us off that path.

    We fall, cry, think the whole world is against us, that we’re not good enough, that we don’t deserve to be happy.

    But if we just curl up and give into that, we just fall further and it’s so hard to dig ourselves out of the pit.

    It’s there that we mostly find the person who can pull us out, and usually not a sweet gentle person, it’s a person who grabs hold of your hands and yanks you up, it’s painful but it gets you to the surface again.

    Feeling the sunlight on your face again make’s you want to be alive and take every moment to enjoy this thing called love and life.

  • War through a teenagers eyes.

    Author: ladyjewel

    Now so many years later i close my eyes.
    I smell the man i lost so long ago,
    The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
    His hug was soft and strong.

    The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

    And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

    He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

    Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

    They came to say they would not be sending him back,
    They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

    I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    I was 13 my dad was in the Rodesian war.
    I miss him

  • A Lady .

    A “Lady”, is gentle and kind, respectful and knows when to walk away.
    She can be submissive and glow with a sense of pride, and she can hold her partner’s head to her chest and kiss away tears, feeling proud to be let so deeply into another’s soul.

    A “Lady”, will stand up to anyone or anything that threatens her loved one’s.

    And a”Lady”, will open up all she is to the person who holds her soul, for Him alone, she will become a sexual whore who will thrill at being shown how to give and receive pleasures, she will be His teacher and pupil, loving and loyal.

    To be a “Lady”, is beautiful and to be loved by a “Lady”, is a gift to treasure