No Escape

~ a sensual little scribble ~

 

                photo compliments of pinterest

 

 

There is no veil,

only the night between us...

the darkness clinging

 

his kiss

intoxicating to eager lips

    his face

all the beauty that I see

his hands

warmer than the slow pleasure

of the sun rising

unmasked in rapturous heat

 

my breath upon his cheek, my scent upon his skin

 

our whispers tangled in the sighs of night,

capturing

every wish and longing...

 

not a kiss,  not a look,

not a  touch

will escape

the darkness clinging…

 

 

Reviews

[Robert]

Julie,

As usual, the photograph, come on where do you find theses lovely pieces ? They a; ways go so well with your poetry. Such a sensual piece you have penned. I really enjoy the format of the piece , it flows as smoothly as the words you have written.

[MsJewel]

I find the photos online - they are almost as fun to find as writing the poem. I'm glad you enjoy them :) Julie

[Ana B.]

A masterpiece.....that is savored slowly.....love it :)

[MsJewel]

Thank you sweet Ana! :) Julie

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Indeed, sensual at it matches the picture so well. You can always catch the right tone in these romantic, sensual poems. Well done, Julie. :) Rudi

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Rudi :) Julie

[africa]

It made me very happy to read this. You are exceptionally talented. Thank you.

[MsJewel]

You are very kind - Thank you :) Julie

[Sir Harold Chesterhill ..]

Oh my Ol' Bean! With banter like this, a British Gentleman could really boil his blood! I seem to recall a time in the darker regions of Timbuktu where a upstanding gentleman could tussle a good dirty puzzle betwixt the African shrubbery. But I always found it was best to fill in as the local physician and cure the women of the colonies of their hysteria single, and occasionally double, handedly. Why my dear friend, Magistrate Templeton, had quite a heavy hand when it came to such matters, but trust me, you best keep your distance. The odour of his little finger alone was enough to induce syphilis! Bully!

Sir Harold Chesterhill of Hereford
(Dictated but not read)

[Magistrate Templeton]

Syphilis! What? isn't that an illness of the darker skinned natives? And I think, sire, that you do so overstate my faculties when dealing with the finer sex. Why, just the other day I did disappoint a young lass fresh off the boat from the Asian countries. She had come by my estates, after traveling overland by donkey, to request my hospitality, stating that it was, of course, rumored that I provided nothing but the best for my guests. So with much aplomb I prepared for her one of the finest servants quarters and assigned her the lightest duties. For two weeks I entertained myself by inspecting her wardrobe without her consent and tasking the other servants to spy on her. She carried herself well during my courting period and even survived one of my more punishing tribunals during which I ordered her beaten with a one inch thick rod. Finally though, when the moment overcame us in the pantry, I could not bring her to climax after she had perished during my arousal phase.

Keep your mustache clean

Magistrate Templeton
Edited for public release

[A.D Edwards]

This is short but very direct, I'd prefer to have read a little more as my interest started to build, but on another note it does leaves the readers mind wandering and I think it's great u were able to do that, lovely poem

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words :) Julie

[A.D Edwards]

My pleasure :)

[Joseph Anthony]

The formatting of the text itself is beautiful enough, but reading this made me feel a sense of wonder. It was as if a piece of passion was unveiled and exposed itself successfully within this poem. Great job and I can't wait to read more!

[MsJewel]

Thank you for you lovely review :) Julie

[Trace]

Wow..m when you dissapeare. ... you come back with a vengeance.
This is so sensual and beautifully written.
What strong images and engaging words.
You are something else M'Lady.

Huggs.
Trace.

[MsJewel]

I'm glad you like it Trace. Hugs, Julie

[armin]

Beautiful and such a lovely imagery and such a romantic passionate scene.
I loved this part,

my breath upon his cheek,
my scent upon his skin
our whispers tangled
in the sighs of night,
capturing
every wish and longing...

A perfect sensual scribble.
You are classy ,a master weaver of romantic thoughts and words.

armin. ...

[MsJewel]

You are very kind Armin. Thanks so much :) Julie

[sinNsincerity]

A slumber in the clinging darkness surly!

[MsJewel]

Thank you :) Julie

[ANTO]

You reclaimed the darkness from all those Poe's poets and poetesses here Juile (thats not a dig at the master's fans - so no hate mail please guys)
I loved this line
"my breath upon his cheek, my scent upon his skin" - could they be any closer? They are almost gelled into one here.
Excellent writing my friend.

:)

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Anto :) Julie