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Hi there, i am a long time fan of Star Trek, and belong to a simming organisation on irc. Also i am a proud grandmother already. You will find her pic a little later on. I work as a Registered Practical Nurse in our local hospital here in northern Ontario, Canada. T`Sutek Now i am known as Brigadier General Gwynyth Walsh, Deputy Commander in Chief of Alpha Quadrent Confederation simming group, and Commanding Officer of its flagship, the USS Cairo, a Sovereign class star ship.. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Note, all material is under copyrite, and use of it is strictly forbidden without my written approval. jasmaine Like A Moth To The Flame You danced around me, your words soft and subtle, Ensnaring me, trapping me like a moth to a flame, Drawing me into you, your words promises of passion I came to you that day, full of hopes, dreams, and fears, And you banished away the darkness with your soft voice, Your words the light that carried me along on waves of ecstasy In you I sensed a kindred spirit, one I could lean on when I was down, A friend, a companion, a lover and a soul mate, Someone to walk with me, not in front of me, or behind me And yet somehow I sit here more alone than when we started, For I have committed the ultimate folly, the ultimate sin, I have let myself fall in love with you, being a foolish little moth For like that fragile creature that batters itself to death against the glass, Or flies uncaring into the open flame, drawn by its promised heat, I find that in the end, the flame needs more fuel than I alone can give it And I watch with hurt and pain, as you draw yet another moth into the flame, Unknowing, or worse yet, knowing the depth of the pain you cause me, Yet you are the light, that draws the moth to the flame jasmaine Perhaps Perhaps i should be a Domme, But I can�t stand to see You crying, Perhaps i should be a Domme, For i wield my words with as much pain as She would, i watch the tears forming in Your eyes, And it tears my heart in two knowing that i have caused You this pain Staring at the words in the poem i wrote, Words that tear at Your heart, and i see the pain in Your face, Staring at the words upon the page, The poem written in the black hours of the night, Black thoughts that cried out to be heard But at what cost, ripping apart the tranquility of the day jasmaine Feelings Do they realize that we have feelings, do they really care We spend our whole lives waiting, yet end up going no where We do their bidding with soft smiles, we satisfy their whims Yet when it come right down to it, their passion really dims They court us with their fancy words, their actions so sublime But when they have us in their grasp, ignoring us is fine I wish they could look inside, and see the pain they cause Perhaps then they would think, and mentally take pause Look deep within the soft bright eyes, submitting to your will Remember we are people too, not just creatures to treat ill For every word that falls upon us, cutting to the quick Betrays the concept of a Dom, as shown there in your nick Submissive, yes, and sweet slave too, are terms we exemplify Bittersweet the rewards do seem, as bit by bit we die And yet for some, those lucky few, who manage to hold on Out of the masses comes the one, they proudly call their Dom Someone who cares about them, holds honor out, and trust Who takes the gift, and holds it safe, honorable and just So here I am still searching, putting them to the test Until I find my perfect Dom, and then can find sweet rest Held close, encircled by his arms, my Master he will be Someone to nurture, love, protect and also cherish me jasmaine The Badger I watch him sometimes, as he sits, enthroned upon his chair This creature called the Badger, with the softly graying hair His mind at work on something, not seeing me at all Hands flying across the keys, his eyes upon the screen Those eyes a soft flecked hazel green, can turn a steely brown And stare me into submission, without uttering a sound His hands so warm and gentle, they seem so very large Send shivers up and down my spine, and even such sweet pain I cry out loud, I whimper low, I growl soft his name Yet if he stops I ask for more, this Badger knows his game He wields his tools with such ease, he brings me to the peak Then with a soft touch or a swift yank, sends me toppling into ecstasy Just like the badger in its hole, his den his refuge from the world Door closed, a sign to stay away, his thoughts are inward curled I try sometimes to draw him out, to comfort him with gentle touch But life is bittersweet at times, it drains from him too much Yet there is much that we still share, he sitting sprawled upon his chair We talk of God, and varied things, we argue facts, he shakes his head Time and again he�s proven right, its seldom I win that verbal fight My cushion close, kneeling there, I let my hand caress his hair Soft music floating round us both, the wine is chilled, the mood is mellow Word from the songs, we sing them out, and laughing, crying, pass the night Mornings soft light is creeping near when finally to bed we sink His sleeping sounds I smile to hear, a low loud rumble in my ear His hand rests soft upon my side, safe, comforted I drift to sleep With snores a soothing lullaby, his body move with each quick breath I lie, head resting on his chest, and drift away to sleep Beside this creature, soft and gray, this creature called the badger. Jasmaine Your Touch You reach out and gently touch my cheek That simple gesture says so much more It talks of hidden pleasures, and the sweet pain your touch can bring You look down at me and smile That look says so much more Telling me that I have done well, and my heart takes wing You wipe away my tear with a finger Your touch says so much more Promising such tenderness, it makes my soul sing You bend and let your lips brush mine Their sweet caress says so much more A Master�s love for one who serves, unhindered by a ring And then you take me in your arms To keep me safe once more Encircled by your loving arms, your slave forevermore jasmaine From a Distance He sits there oh so far away, and yet so very near, His words like soft caresses stroke my heart, Taming me, leaving me without fear. I wonder what he sounds like, his voice unknown to me, His words they dance across the screen, Tugging at my soul, his feelings there I see. We share deep hidden secrets, each telling in our turn, Of things that lie inside of us, Waiting for a rebirth, their mysteries we learn. Talking of our heartaches, of love now gone awry, Yet building up between us both, A new love growing deeper, as time goes by. jasmaine Shattered Dreams Shattered dreams lie all around, like flower petals on the ground Wilted hopes that wont see light, promises no longer found Tears flowing freely, head bowed down low She wonders why he treats her so His collar she so proudly wore, now tarnished by his words No, he said, I have not collared her yet She looks into the mirror and there she sees a silver collar, Softly gleaming there below her sad brown eyes Her trembling hands reach to her neck, undo the clasp and let it fall A clatter as it hits the floor, she winces at the sound Then lifting up her tear stained face and uttering two simple words Why Master? jasmaine
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