Her

My presents sits & skips & dances before me.
Kicks & teases & talks to me.
Makes me smiles.
Illuminates my world.
Sets my heart on fire.

She kicks my feet & tells me no.
Holds her hair in awkward poise.

Tilts her head, such graceful, pretty little thing.
Eyes spark & I ingest.
Gasp.
Breathe & bow & worship her.

She stands afar & I am sad. Anger begins to fuel the fear & distress.
She stands before & I am quenched.
A stricken soul, stranded for far too long.
I love her.
I need her.
Seek her.

I gaze upon & eyes dance upon & search her for the features which wins me most.
I fail each time
Until she smiles once more & I am joyous! Giddy & out of control!

I love to touch her. A gentle stroke, a kiss, a hug.
My fingers glide & pinch behind her knee. I feel her hip.
Her perfect bum. A waistline sharp
Or gentle skin on sensual neck.

I wish to lead or gasp, be led.
& find myself alone with this perfect girl.
I’m in love & sunk & carefree & lost
& yet I know my mental map centres, revolves & relies on her
Being her
& there for me!

I can feel her in my empty arms.
& smile alone without her.

Til grace sends her once more to me
& we play like children all over again
& again.

– on being in love
© ed simkins 2017

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thoughts without flow

it was never sex that i wanted
but then i’m a liar
& devious
& such an actor.

i’d hold her close and caress that cute ass dream
glide my fingers along the paths of fantasy
tickle her sides and make her grin a thousand smiles
and all because i want her so!

she talks and giggles and says the silliest things
girls like this are gems on earth
i smile at her and watch her mannerisms turn me on
i love her so, i adore her so!

See when she dances in her rhythmic walk
she sits besides and brushes up against
i stroke her back and nip and pull
and all because i love her so. i smile.

i’d kiss her with every breath i have,
wake up beside, pull her close and kiss her more
walk my fingers along her curves
and tease the angel which i love so much.

i want to bite, i want to love
i want to see her smile and jump on me
i want to swirl her round and make her feel like God
Perfection glistens in eyes so sweet

and i sit here quietly
and tell the world i love this girl.

(c) ed simkins
2016

Perfection.

These stupid smiles of man are brought about my love.
Or fancy.
Or joyous rebirth.
Or the dreams of futility which reach around her naked skin.

She smiles.
Oh god she smiles & I bow upon the floor of hope to her & pray.
Pray that days will never end & moments shared in bliss will forever stay.
I seek her.
I love her.

The fool has tripped and plunged deep into hopeless desire of whimsy and earnest want.
He cries in smiles.
Cries in jest upon the mirror which speaks of loss and future death.
Of endings.

But in present circumstance & desperate passion, this red lust for her burns & flames.
Behind this eyes she is naked and close and speaking in the words of love.
She pleases me. Her eyes entrap and I am her hers.
Completely.

A story has begin which ends but yet in gloom & sorrow.
But yet today will light the world in glee and bliss and sought wonder.
She teases me.
She smiles and I die.

This angel stands before and dreams caress her perfect pale skin.
I am lost to the beauty of her face.
Those happy lips.
I am trapped.
& I love her.

– The fool © 2016

Curls Of Pleasure & Breathless Bliss

She turned & I was stumped!
A jewel within the world of men,
A cliché thought but one which sung!
& happy dreams care only for the truth of that particular moment in which I saw the face of beauty smile.
& I was happy.
Content upon those eyes which shined & lips which taught my heart to love.
Or at least to dream & how I did!
A man of such wit & want can only see the world in which I write & think!

Her face, oh her pretty little face!
With a frame of such wonder which surrounded & projected such feminine beauty that I could hardly know to beat my heart again.
Her perfect blonde hair in giddying rolls & curls of fun danced across her naked shoulder.
Her smile skipping upon the breeze of thought
& with a slight tilt of turning head, paused & spotted me.
She shone her forceful light of joy & I was gone!
Melted by the beam of love.
My fingers wished to twirl in her delicious silken locks
How could she look like this & not be kissed?
Or held!
Or worshipped but by my eyes alone!
& thus they were!
A secret dream in crowded room.

& so in stance, these happy dreams filled the air as she stood in slacks & pretty thoughts,
& all the happy time my mind drank her in, blood engorged on feminine charm.
I smiled,
she smiled again
& all the deeds within my head were done!
Her beautiful, graceful little bum, the charming whimsy of her waist,
The luscious tone of her skin & the naked appeal of her dress
A simple pretence I thought!
But when I raised my eyes to gaze from the words I’d wrote,
There I found her, still standing there,
& I could not move!

Succulent & ripe she was, a fruitful fancy of healthy design
I was tempted to pinch a daring taste!
But I was stopped by fate in such employed disguise!
& Oh how I dream in seconds told of holding her & whispering in her delicate ear such pleasured thoughts
That gentle knowing giggles would flitter from her warming bosom
& tickle softly ears which long to hear her sigh & tease.

How beautiful she looked today
Her swept back hair an immaculate force
Magnetizing my heart which yearns for her.
& From here alone, I softly kiss
Oh that she could know or appreciate the dreams I have of her.
& in my evening dreams
Entwined fingers would sing.

~ I saw her today & she was stunning!
© ed simkins