Tag: Trust
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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The Deer.
Author: ladyjewel Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly. The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell ofSomething unknown hits his nose, he stops and his sensesCome alive, he turns…
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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…
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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…
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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. ✨✨✨ A face, just a face,…
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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. A slave gives themselves to a Mistress because it’s their choice, because She has earned their trust and submitting to Her…