Ladyjewels

Tag: Feeling

  • 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.

  • 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

  • Painting


    Lay me down on a sheet of plastic,
    Use brushes and water paint,
    Paint me, Colour me, bring me to life as Your art.
    Make me moan, make me cum.

    Shower with me, kiss me deeply and begin again until I can’t walk.

    Then take me.

  • Wake me and Take me.

    Watch me dream, touch my lips gently with your finger tips, watch my lips open on a moan.
    Gently pull the covers of me, trace my nipple softly and watch it harden and my legs shift.
    Play My body like your musical instrument.
    Climb between my legs and push in deeply, watch my eye’s open, my mouth gasp, look into my soul and drink my lips.
    Full me up with you.

  • His Words bring Him to life.


    Author: ladyjewel


    An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,
    Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted.

    Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges and the writing faded and hard to read.

    From inside that box a rush of memories and feelings come flying at her, she closes her eyes and slow tears fall, a few drops added to the old stains already there.

    If she opened the pages she would read his words and again be with him as he sat in the bush with the gunfire around him and wrote his feelings and love down on the pages he sent to her.

    She runs her finger over the paper and suddenly his hand seems to cover her hand, she feels the warmth seep into her soul and his eyes are suddenly smiling into her as he stands her up and takes her into his arms, they dance and twirl and he smiles.

    She sighs and gently closes the box, the letters still the same, the ribbon still perfect and in place, she has every word he wrote in there, but her eyes don’t need to see them, her heart remembers them too well.

    So many years after he never returned as he promised, the words still connect him to her soul as it would do again…..one day, she feels it in her heart.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013

  • Mirror Image

    Author: ladyjewel

    The mirror was to the floor, heavy silver frame.
    A lone woman stares at the image she makes,
    Feels nothing, and wonders how the glass would feel.

    Hand reaches out and touches the cool glass, she closes her eyes, and her hand slides through to the other side, her arm then her body follow.

    The sudden cold like ice hits her, the silence is so complete she feels like she has become the glass, not even her heart beat excists.

    Warm hands close over her shoulders, she feels like the fingers are burning into her cold skin.

    She is pulled back into arms that shelter, and she opens her eyes, she is once more looking into the glass, but now there are two

  • Broken Doll.

    Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
    she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.

    Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.

    And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.

    Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
    and she lay there feeling nothing at all.

    That’s where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.

  • Drops of Red.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Drops of red
    Sharp steel pushes down gently on milky skin,
    The slight pop as it gives way,
    Slides easily along the cut opening a line.

    She watches the red line form,
    The perfect drop of blood like a jewel,
    It gathers all the pent up feeling inside her,
    Hangs like a perfect tear for a few seconds,
    Then falls to the ground.

    She feels the weight of her heart drop,
    And the lightness of releasing all the hurt.

    The tears now able to fall and run like a river,
    Her eyes cleansing her soul.

    And the carm washes over her once more..

  • Do you know?

    Author: ladyjewel

    do you know…
    do you know what perfume I like and wear, and if I like flowers or spice?
    do you know what colour i wear on my toenails, and if I wear red lipstick I feel like flirting and it gives me courage, and if I wear pink I want to be soft and quiet?
    do you know what movies make me cry, and why?
    do you know what time of the month I get emotional and bleed, and do you understand?
    do you know what inspires me, or moves me, or makes me laugh, what makes me want to be better?
    do you know the woman inside, the girl who wants to be held for nothing, cuddled and told she’s safe no matter what?
    do you know my dreams and goals, and who in my family makes me sad?
    do you know if I sit in the corner in the dark and never believe I will be found, and if I feel like I will always be the good friend and never the one someone wants more?
    do you know if I always back off and think others are more important, and try to understand the ache inside, why I am incomplete, and why I am scared to trust too quickly?
    or……do you just know,how I can be made to moan and throb in ecstasy, how I love to be touched, how I would look when I am at the hight of passion?
    my sexual feelings and what I like?
    or…….do you know or want to know, all of the above?

    if you do then you are a Man worth knowing

  • The Soul of the Moon.


    She is made of light and mystery, she glows and gently showers the earth with her magic.

    Curled up and sleeping she slowly opens her arms showing first a sliver of light and gently unfolding to shine bright.

    Always a gentle light, never hard and blinding, she enfolds the creatures of this earth in her magic, the animals feel her glow and their emotions follow her path.

    Lovers feel her pull and become two souls connecting, free of the constrictions of the day, free to be who they want to be.

    A girl lost in the moon, she gazes up into the ball of mystical light and she feels the pull, her soul reaches out and connects with the woman she will be, the woman waits in the moon waiting to be born into the girl, she is born of the moon, part of the moon, she will always be connected to that magical orb.

    It will always call to me…..