Ladyjewels

Tag: Safe

  • At peace.

    Find a space the you can be totally alone.

    feel the earth, light, water, air, warmth and cool and just switch off your mind, feel at peace.

    Become you again.

    Total peace

  • Sides of a Woman.

    Some days I want to put on Wings and go around bringing joy and love to everyone, being there for them and easing their day even for a while, showing the world how much wonder and magic there is.

    Some days I want to be strapped into a straight jacket by someone stronger, put on a soft bed and told to rest while He sits there and strokes my hair and is just present, being forced to do nothing but just “be” in the moment.

    Some days I want to get up and walk around nude feel the air on my body and not care how I look to anyone else, throw off all my insecurities and remember I am unique and amazing to someone.

    Some days I want to dress up and be taken out for crazy fun and laughter, then thrown on the bed and be show how beautiful I am to him, have hot steamy sex and cuddle all night.

    Some days I want to be dark and deep, meditate, do wishes and spells, bask in the moonlight and breathe in mother earth, light incense and candles and remember how small we all are and how we have so much to learn in this lifetime to carry through to the next.

  • A Colourful Chaos.

    To the world, they see a mixed up mess of a woman who would just make no sense in their lives.

    To Him, she is seen for the colour and crazy chaos she brings to his life, the possibility of making him think outside the normal, explore crazy things and also bring peace and gentleness.

    She’s hot and cold, girl and Mature Women, mad and responsible.

    Only very few see the whole person, to others she shows only what she thinks they need, and hides the parts she knows they can’t handle.

  • 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.

  • 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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  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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.