The hall stretched away like cavernous tunnel,
there was no sign of movement anywhere. I approached the door, adjusting my collar, then
knocked.
"Come."
I heard a voice soft and mellow. As I opened the
door, I could smell the musky perfume of incense
gently waft my way. Her room was adrift with
candle light, a red velvet curtain hung at the
window. She was my lady of the night, I would see
no other. She wore a red silk basque that shimmered in the candle light, her long black hair that came down to her waist fell across her slender body, on her legs she wore the silkiest, shear nylons I had ever seen. She approached me like she had many times before.
"Samuel how are you my darling?" she said.
I said I was fine, all the better for seeing her.
I could hardly control my anticipation.
"Oh Samuel of all the men I bed, you are the best."
I went to take her in my arms, but as I do, she
tells me to wait.
"What is it?" I ask.
She looks at me with those big blue eyes and there
is such saddness there.
"Oh my darling, so long I have known you, I wait
for you, there is a pain in my heart, I had to
write it down. Please come over, sit down on my
bed, listen to my words, I need to tell you, I
need to let it out."
She took a sheet of paper from the drawer beside
her bed and started to read.
"Tell me your story, no half measures,
Loose control, leave the world behind.
I can imagine you know me to well,
feel free to believe in the King of Beasts,
controlling me, revolting me, twisting,
curling, sheading its skin.
Let's journey to another world,
I'll wait until you get here,
do not feel ashamed of the passions.
I feel the energy flowing through me,
let the waves of passion ebb and flow,
I'm feeling it, I'm on my way now.
I'm oh so crazy, I cannot control it,
my passions explode, I cannot get enough.
A fire burns within me again.
I find myself on a ledge, but not afraid.
I fall once more into that fire,
but oh to soon, we let go it's over.
The door once more closes,
and I'm alone once more."
When she had finished, I felt a pain, I went to
speak, she put her finger to my lips.
"Hush, say nothing, for words are not needed."
That moment I took her, like I never had before,
emotions taking over as our bodies entwined, her
kisses so tender, sending a shiver through me.
Then the warmth of her body as we lay together,
until finally we fell asleep.
It was still dark outside, when I awoke, It was
that time again, I had to leave. I got dressed,
kissed her cheek, then left fifteen crisp notes
beside her bed. As quietly as I slipped in, again
I crept from her room, looking forward to my next
visit, with my lady of the night.
Comments
Highhat | October 12, 2010 - 05:42
This is oozing with passion. Lovely and wonderful
;)pia
skinner_jennifer | October 12, 2010 - 08:05
Thankyou so much for the lovely comment Pia,
I have to say I had real fun writing it.
Jenny.
Kahdai | October 12, 2010 - 12:59
I did like this Jenny, except he still left, maybe there could have been a happy ending, I dont know
skinner_jennifer | October 12, 2010 - 16:56
No it's okay Kahdai,
You see she is a prostitute and has a pimp.
He on the otherhand is I'm afraid to say, a married
man. Hope this hasn't ruined the story for you.
Jenny.
Firebird | October 13, 2010 - 12:10
Such an engaging piece Jenny. Love the poem within the story....
"Tell me your story, no half measures,
Loose control, leave the world behind.
I can imagine you know me to well,
feel free to believe in the King of Beasts,
controlling me, revolting me, twisting,
curling, sheading its skin.
Let's journey to another world,
I'll wait until you get here,
do not feel ashamed of the passions.
I feel the energy flowing through me,
let the waves of passion ebb and flow,
I'm feeling it, I'm on my way now.
I'm oh so crazy, I cannot control it,
my passions explode, I cannot get enough.
A fire burns within me again.
I find myself on a ledge, but not afraid.
I fall once more into that fire,
but oh to soon, we let go it's over.
The door once more closes,
and I'm alone once more."
Simply beautiful :)x
Kahdai | October 13, 2010 - 12:21
All ok Jenny, I just thought they would run away together. its not ruined it K
skinner_jennifer | October 13, 2010 - 18:05
Firebird,
thankyou so much for your comment, I wasn't sure if
people would understand the poem, but thankfully
you did and I am grateful.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | October 13, 2010 - 18:07
Hello Kahdai,
So glad it wasn't ruined for you.
Again thanks for the comment.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | October 13, 2010 - 19:52
Really enjoyed this Jenny, very well told, don't have the time to read too many stories on the sight, but glad I did this. Surely this poem (with a few tweaks) deserves a slot of its own - it's v. good. :-)
skinner_jennifer | October 14, 2010 - 08:52
Hi Fatboy74,
Thankyou for your comment, I don't know if people
will understand the poem, if it's not part of the
story, maybe I will give it a go.
It's very kind of you to take the time to read this,
I know what you mean about not being able to read
all the stories though.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | October 14, 2010 - 15:49
Wow thankyou so much for the cherries, I really
never expected this.
I feel extremely happy, thanks again.
Jenny.
Highhat | October 14, 2010 - 18:31
Well done Jenny- Evening Star- congrats on the cherries
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | October 14, 2010 - 18:54
Thanks so much Pia, cannot believe it, you never
know do you?
Evening Star. xxx
Highhat | October 15, 2010 - 05:02
No you don't Jenny and it is so rewarding isn't it?
I think you deserved it fully with this very well written and composed piece.
;)Little Bird
skinner_jennifer | October 15, 2010 - 07:31
Hi ;)Little Bird,
I'll tell you what it feels like to get the cherries,
like you have just got a very high grade for a
piece of work, you have done in an exam.
I know it's not, but that's just how it feels.
Evening Star. xxx
Highhat | October 15, 2010 - 11:35
Exactly my sentiments Evening Star. Sooo encouraging!
;)Little Bird
Larkin Williamson | October 15, 2010 - 22:36
I love the way you mixed romance with prostitution...very creative. Cheers for the cherry! :)
skinner_jennifer | October 16, 2010 - 13:46
Hi Larkin Williamson,
Glad you liked this story, thanks for your comment.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | November 25, 2010 - 09:30
New skinner_jennifer
Wow! what talent an amazing poem of
the year,I would think. I was
obsessed,by the author you who
written it so well.A little korker
brightens up the day.
Well done on the cherry!
I can hear you squealing
like me when I got my very 1st one.
take care my little star.
I must read it again,it's superb.
julie xx
skinner_jennifer | November 25, 2010 - 10:37
Why Julie,
thankyou so much, I am deeply moved by your words.
It was one of those moments when by candle light I
wrote this one down.
Yes it was amazing getting the cherries, the first
time I got a cherry I didn't even know what it was,
I never actually thought I would get one again, so
when I recieved this one, so unexpectedly I got very
excited.
I am glad you got pleasure out of reading this, that
was my aim. Thankyou again for your lovely comment.
Jenny. xx
Cavalcaderl | November 26, 2010 - 15:24
New skinner_jennifer
H! Jenny,thanks valued comments.
Why,because my man has dry sense
of humour,I didn't know what all
the cherries in lines of authors works
was,I even learn't or new all headings.
But I kept trying all,and mine said "look
you have a cherry!"No don't be so silly" I said
But my very 1st one after long time practicing
Ray had a copier then,look he says,course I looked
in my wildest days,never ever thought get one.He had
drawn and coloured one on copy my poem.I was so mad
and upset? But the biggest laugh,was next day there was a cherry". wow.In all adversities.
By the way loved the title,straight away, I thought
mind me saying so,it was going to be "Florence Nightingale.Very very brilliantly done and deceived me. That's a good writer isn't it.
Take care all the best. I think many in only a year
on here myself, have got much much more broad minded
is that the right word.But we all different and like
the differents,ways,hope,joy,intellectual,knowledge,history,funny,real life.Crime,murder stories and stories,
I think it would be nice,if one is off the AbcTaless,for a while,like a postman,post letters,ould ask after them.Don't you? As a turmoil here,now straightened out,but life is like that. But Nolan did? then could get to computer, and find things in rooms again,not even church contacted me,strange world now?Shouldn't say that,but priest before 7 years to me did that had a list, always,there all,miss gentle touch,to experience to other's.We all can,once letter been to big wedding a
thanksyou letter,stuck there,one homeless then let me know. People don't seem think now,little things in life count. Nobody is better than any one else.Be
a different world.
all the best.keep warm. I can read people are lonely,
sad,but are so open on here,relases them all good.
Have a good wee-end.Keep up super duper work.Mine hasn't got much empathy at all,some can't feel much.
Need you. I suppose from a child big family always had to be there! I exspect so much,that is my trouble.Kindness and help.And like I can do now.
julie xxx
hulsey | March 18, 2011 - 16:56
I liked this Jenny. Loved the description of the lady and the poem was a nice touch. Cherrys well deserved.
skinner_jennifer | March 18, 2011 - 17:08
Hi hulsey,
thankyou so much for your kind comment,
it was so kind of you to read and I'm glad you
enjoyed reading this piece.
Jenny.