Ladyjewels

Tag: Soul

  • 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.

    Oplus_0

    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.

  • 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.

  • 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

  • For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.

    Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

    They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?
    Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don’t have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

    God’s newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her

  • 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…..

  • 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.