How long the devil plays!

Lust
& Fire
Scarlet temptress stands naked, alone.
Sweet, soft curving rear
Fingers touch & moan.

Cravings for her virgin tears
Smiles of nerves explore.
Demon’s madness wander
Pushing deep towards her core.

Undressed, so young
These silent moments matter.
Intense burdens of their love
Against her heart will shatter.

Tiptoed ballerina stance
& lips of bitten thought.
Encourage longings old
For the touch he’s always sought.

Held in perfect strokes & hand
Slowness is the devil’s deed.
Her perfect, sensual posterior held
With hidden power & lustful greed.

Silence.
Perfect ear shattering silence.
His fingers explore, caress in silence
Pure gem of love is stroked
Gateway opened, broken, violence.

– with love comes lust
© ed simkins 2016

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I am lonely but for the candle which burns before me.

My eyes tortured by the sight I drank of her this day.

Sweet & young & faithful,

Crimson flirt & thoughtful words.

 

I am sick for needing her.

For urging fate to somehow twist & bring her forth to my world of darkness this long & lonely night.

 

I am empty.

Numb.

Alone.

 

Her golden smile shatters worlds of desperate pain & feeds the world with love & joy & abandoned giddy smiles.

My angel!

My perfect, pretty smiling friend!

 

I am dying for the love of you!

That I could hold & dance & swirl with you!

That I could seek your lips upon these forgotten keepers of my words.

These gates which do imprison me.

 

I love you…

There! I nearly said your name!

& the world would know!

 

But I love you & my hands will hold you secret love,

Tomorrow in the kindness of the day.

& words will I stutter & speak & jestfully declare

That no girl makes the world so fair.

 

Or breaks my heart through longing for you!

 

For you!

 

& tears shed in wanton, frustrated fashion from these tired eyes.

 

I love you…

& I scream your name in calling you!

In wanting you!

In loving you!

 

– anguish.

© ed simkins 2016

Reflections

I love standing behind her.

Holding her close.

The simple pleasure of her pressing against me.

Excites me.

A secret flirtation of desires.

I love my games.

 

I love her face too.

Her gentle, perfect, delicious young face & that smile…

That sweet smile of sunshine serenity.

For she loves me.

I love her.

& The world is wrong to hate this suggestion.

It’s just simply wrong.

 

I hold her by desire.

I pull at her clothes.

I stroke her thighs.

I caress her lower back & talk.

She laughs & loves & aches to be besides.

I kiss her a thousand times & more.

I love her you see.

As stupid as I am.

I love her.

 

She comes to me.

She seeks me out.

I seek her.

Best friends forever.

But I want her clothes on the floor.

I want to kiss her every pore.

 

I breathe her in.

Feel the beat of her heart.

She’s fragile in my arms,

But I could pin her down.

& I want to wake besides her,

See her morning smiling sun & sigh.

 

I hold her waist & stroke her hair

& she says she knows she’s the queen of my heart.

I’m sunk in lust.

She talks of bites.

I talk of ‘where?’

 

I’m possessed by her.

Controlled by her.

Seduced by her.

Fed by her.

Kept by her.

& Simply put

– I love her.

 

 

(c) ed simkins 2016

– wanting her.

Perfect Pictures of Her In My Heart.

Oh my wandering dreams & thoughts and fantastical perversions.
She, my angel, my dream declared, my muse who sings & smiles.
I fall for you!

I fall upon the ground which kisses paths of journeys made by you.
By feet which tread so light and play, by legs which nimble, prance and tease.
I ache for you!

That sweet brush of thigh or curve of bum, firm and tender, pressed to me.
You, who control, enrage & aggravate these dreams within my loin & lust.
I want you so!

That tiny waist which fingers grow upon and race to tickle and play with you.
That sumptuous arch within your back when you tease me from afar, I cry!
Oh I cry for you!

My god, that I should reach upon your sweet & love-kissed head,
Your silken hair, your perfect smile, your soothing voice erupts my heart.
I swoon for you!

Such face which beams like stars, which flowers dare not emulate
How, how be it that my lips do not yet kiss yours too?
I love you.
Oh how I love you!

Dreams engage and longing hurts for you, sweet music plays and I ache for you!
Imagine only that I held you close & you were mine
& such sweet dreams came true my love.

I love you!
I love you!
Be known & know that this is true.
I love you.

With all my heart.

– she’s killing me.
ed simkins © 2016

Naked Kiss

Look at her.
Standing naked, smiling on my stairs.
With her again I’m grinning.
I’m stunned by her innocence.

Her soft hands caress the banister with nervousness.
My excitement flinches with lust for her.
The morning star dances in streaks across her pale skin.
& Her hair flows with undue care down upon those perfect shoulders.

I smile at her. My eyes gleaming with the passion that only angels attract..
I’m taken in by her beauty and she repays me with joy.
My eyes sing and dance and kiss every feature of her petite frame.
I beckon her over with a single wink.

Feet, cold & fragile, skip across the wooden floor as she heads straight for.
I love her holding me, her arms wrapped tightly around her master’s bod.
I encircle and my hands glide lovingly across her curves and smooth white folds.
She smells of perfection & our embrace is secure & tender close.

She stands before me
& the smiles upon our faces beam with every sense of love & lust, respect & wild want.
Oh I want her. This perfect form which excites in every breath she inhales.
“I love you!” I say, I caress her hair once more, & morning kiss is soft and luscious.

I wish this moment would last an eternity.

(c) ed simkins 2016
– The morning after crazy desire. Angel is perfect. I’m drowning in want for her.

Girl in Red Pleasure.

Blanket red wraps around her naked body.
She is sleeping now.

Entrapped within her female grip
I loved her well.

She smiled throughout.
She smiled & sighed & scratched my skin.

Her blood so red entwined with mine.
Her gentle breathing now soothes my sin.

Stillness of the midnight air pervades.
I wrap my body, now spent, around her tight.

She’s warm to me, she holds me close.
Her features delicate and perfect please my soul.

her hair a final midnight kiss, I love this girl.
Her happiness ensnares my ageing dreams.

& we sleep tonight.

ed simkins (c) 2016

Smiles which Smile

Look at her. Just look at her.
See how she makes me smile in every second I look at her.
She’s adorable.
She’s beautiful.
she’s a grin machine!

In my mind I’m laughing
& loving
& slowly caressing the soft cheeks of her face.
I can’t get enough.

& then she revealed her neck & lord I ravished her skin with teeth of desire.
I combed her silken hair and brushed it softly to the side.
Her delightful fringe begs my finger’s touch
A gliding fall of the softest dream.

Oh love that I could speak the truth to you
My lips ache to taste the freshness of your skin
I want to hold you
I’m desperate for you.

I love you.

– 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

Temptress On Bed

The anti-Christ sits on her bed jealous and scared.
Her blood red hair fires thoughts of prehistoric passion
Gems align her dark in bedazzling arrays of love & lust.
She tells me how much she aches for deeds to be done, but motivation lacks within.

I rest cross legged before her, smiling and pondering on the meaning of life.
I came to her in the middle of the night & now it’s half past evening.
Thursday’s downpour continues at the entrance of the cave
I cleaned her room in fits of boredom, God had ventured too far away to beseech.

Her name is silent, for I can not tell you the secret of my desire, though she is beauty & I miss her when she’s not around.
She’s plucking at her nails & I’m lost in space.
Pictures of the past decorate her home.
My perfect match in many ways.

A vest of innocence drapes across her delicate chest, beads of hope lie delicately upon her bed of hate.
I kissed her once, in a land and dream far, far away. I was younger then.
But I returned.
For the stillness of my life request constant feeding.
I ache for her.

I’m hungry. & tired. & stolen. & lost. & I ponder how I can seduce her now.
But the anti-Christ doesn’t care. She gives no love.
All woman perhaps, with the beauty of her youth intact, but cruel.
Like every woman I’ve ever met. Dishonest & brutish in the realities of the day.

& so I sit estranged. My beautiful, delicious, fresh, young temptress bathed in red.
I hold her hand & I know my limitations. For this is as far as I go.
Blissful girl with braided locks destroys my heart & the whispers of the storm ride high & circle
I love her. But she does not know.

I want to taste her.

But she is now far away.

~ thoughts of the golden one turn to fate.
© ed simkins 2015

& I wish that you were mine!

The perfect one has stained my mind,
With a cerebral night of bliss
Her sacred eyes, her tender form
Her fresh sweet lips which kissed

I lie here naked in the morning star
A smile upon my face
Her pleasant ways & charming wit
Have shot me into space!

My world is rocked each time she plays
She sings & smiles & talks
She sets me free with words which speak
– We’re a pair of impish dorks!

I grin insane, I laugh today
I see her in my mind
A girl of beauty, charm & fun
I want her all the time!

Angelic frame & youthful stance
This memory I hold
Delicious face & sterling jest
A girl of smiling soul.

Reduced to silly rhymes of dreams
I latch onto these thoughts
These memories of nights of bliss
That angel sent has brought.

I sigh, I sigh & sigh again
At the fun of which she brings
& heart erupts in giddy joy
I hear the heavens sing!

I care no little that ramble cries
In un-poetic form
Cause I’m sat here smiling dear sweet friends,
On a calm & sunny morn

I try so hard to relive those deeds,
Those moments shared in bliss
& dream that as we spoke in smiles
we played & gently kissed.

Her pretty face, her gentle ways
Bring alive my ageing heart
& passion never knew of lust,
I hate when we’re apart!

We dance & laugh & fun is had
& secret winks are shared
I love our moments lost in space
I love when dreams are paired

I could talk & pray & continue on
I could never un-love this girl
Who affects me so & sends me mad
& sets my heart a-whirl!

So tell me stop, or I will stay
& talk of love & awkward charms
& send a million prayers to God
To see her in my arms.

Oh dreams will flow that I do hold
In mind which sees her so
& I proclaim my love for her, my sweet,
A seed of grace I sow

I stand before the world at large,
& with truth, I tell to thee,
I love this girl & all her ways,
My girl I wish she’d be.

I find it hard to imagine life,
Without her smiling face
& know that one sad, tragic day
She’ll leave without a trace.

So tell her god, & tell her now,
That love already waits
That i, this fool, would love her so,
Whatever it would take.

~ To Her. My dream. My smiling, wonderful…dream. You are perfect & beautiful. & I adore you so, so very, very much. I love you. I love you with all my heart.

© ed simkins