My girl

There she is.
My sweet heart,
My dear sweet, blissful seducer of my heart.

I am vanquished.
& I have hardly begun.
I love her.
& once again I hold the thought behind these sealed lips.

I held her today.
I held her dear and close and felt her beating heart.
& she smiled.
& she teased me something rotten & I laughed.

Her warm soothing laugh floated through the air.
Her eyes entrap me. I cannot break away.
But I write no poems of joy.
Just the truth of a broken man.

She touched me with her innocence.
& led me through the garden of want.
I have but kissed her a thousand times
& torn my heart out in self control.

There she is my stolen love.
My sweet, sweet fragrant rose, my dream.
My dear sweet, blissful smiling seducer of my heart.

– ed simkins © 2016

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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

I love you

Porcelain face,
Such rosy cheeks.
I love you girl.
You stir my heart.

I sigh for you,
Each time I look.
Each time you smile,
I fall for you.

Your pretty face that turns for me,
Which forces worship of beauty known.
Your goofy gait,
Your girlish charms.

I’d say I love,
If this would please,
For my heart it sings,
A foolish part.

I’d hold your hand
& cup your breasts,
Caress your skin
& kiss your breath.

You excite my mind,
& tease my loins,
You have no knowledge,
Of masked friend held.

With fires so warm
That nights would glow,
Your naked body
My arms surround.

I want to hear you laugh & talk with me,
For every moment in your arms serene,
Your dreams my pleasure girl,
My princess Lolita, my loving dream.

I would give the world to you my love,
If for single night with you alone,
Would give me hours of your sweet teasing talk
& the feelings of your smiling form.

From thoughts of your erotic flesh,
To evenings spent in youthful leisure,
I wish you could enjoy this simple news,
That you fulfill my every dream.

~ THAT girl again! She provokes such sweet smiling desire in me!

© Ed Simkins