Her Perfect Bum

The perfect bum sits cupped within my gold struck hand
Unannounced, but smiling, & perhaps a little planned.
Delectable firmness of the perfect butt.
Grinning smiles hidden within the daily rut.
Escape was on & this was it
Curving tenderness, firm & fit.
The things I’d like to do to her, to each pert little cheek
To Stroke, caress, to search & seek
Find the valley that leads deep within
Corrupting her, creating sin.
I held her there for the longest time
Knowing she loved me, that she was mine.
My loins they tingle, I’m searching for her flesh once more
I’m lost to addiction & I seek no cure
I’m happy here, her ghost cheeks small & veiled
Despite her clothing, tight & nailed.
I can’t break in, but I surely would
if only it was she & I – I know I could!
But the voices of the masses were loud & many
& my confidence, well I aint any!
Still, I held her close & I stroked her bum
My best friend in smiles, my perfect chum!
My hands are happy, my palms still grinning
My mind is smiling, my heart is sinning.
The sense of her in my hopeful hands
Adds further delusions to this longing man.

– smiles upon the sinful soul 
© ed simkins 2016

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Accidental Message of My Desire

Pleasure was the accidental cupping of her perfect little bum.

I smile in retelling.

I laugh & grin and the excitement responds.

 

She stood beside & language flowed

A happy meal share and as if to leave

I held out arm of joy and reached for her.

 

A misdirection, a sordid dream

A desire burnt upon the fibres of my hand

& there she stood, a delicate cheek smiling upon my caress.

 

Such perfection my friends!

Such sweet delight & electric dreams!

A moments flash & the deed was done & moment gone.

 

But joy my friend! Joy of eternal perfection

That curve! That minute, firm, perfect curve!

& how in mind I undressed that cloak of secrecy!

 

Longing of the hand to soft & gently, slow caress!

Follow lines of danger & excite my mind with her perfect ass!

Oh how I wanted to stay against that flesh and more!

 

Shall I ever forget? Ever doubt that perfection existed within my hand!

& how I pray that naked skin of darling’s behind revelled in my touch!

Flinched in soft excitement that her love might stroke her once again!

 

& how I would! How I would!

& tell her of the perfection of all she has!

From face to bum and all between!

 

& now I dream of naked rear,

Soft and smooth but firm.

Were these hands upon her now,

Would she know I loved her more!

 

 

© ed simkins 2016

– How I ache for her!