Her naked body cold and tall, inexperienced limbs and forgotten lies. A generalization of a beauty born.
I want to kiss you!
For young girl stands in the garden watching. Hair flowing. Clothes abandoned.
I love you!
From the window I watch her and my arms are thrown around. My mind imagines biting. Her waist is small. A screaming, squeamish, wriggling delight!
She teases by standing there! Untouched. Unavailable.
Gentle shades of evening lost, the goose bumps multiply and my desire grows.
I wish to warm her. Soothe her. Hold her.
This Girl in the garden approaches & her eyes are wild with lust. Her wishful frame sleeks slowly towards. My body shakes. My stomach flies.
I never meant to fall for this girl! – This rapacious, self-confident gem of cupidity.
Her youthful body formed from immaculate rays of evening’s star, illuminating my garden with a deed yet undone.
For i WILL hold her! I WILL kiss & taste & bite & love. Caresses’ thrown will glide across.
Yet this Girl will never smile, never break, never show the flow of pleasure which cascades within.
& even though this naked girl will cover me in blanket hugs and soft, thin lips
No connection be made, no fusion sold – this defenceless, bare skinned wonder stares!
For though prepared to tease and please and break my will, & be a buoyant guarantee of ecstasy
Her name’s unknown, her body tight, her disrobed flesh my sin tonight!
& as the moon fights throw the night, this bare, graceful, elegant girl, will remain entranced & resting still
Held deep & soft & warm & firm, within the arms of mine, her’s master’s love.
(c) Ed Simkins
~ On looking through my window as the night descends in the garden