Dress Intoxication

It’s the sense of what’s below her clothes which drives me crazy!
I smile.
I’m insane with desire.
For her.

For when she looks & snares me in those perfect chocolate eyes
I’m engorged with lust & wonder!
& though a fool I be, I sink my sanity deep into her naked flesh
Which I know, I long to know, lies fresh and tender beneath her clothes!

She wore her dress today, the first time since I met her & I rampaged around my mind!
I took my hands and caressed her thighs & sensed her smile
& her quiet surprise
& stole a thousand hours of silent touch beneath her clothes!

I laugh. A monster loose within her coat.
A stomach of fine, taught touch and strong sensations pleasured
A roaming, happy hand stroking her delight and loving her
Her happiness my control, her smile my puppet, I love her my friends!

Dreams engaged by mental frame, shook and threatened unguarded escape
Frustrated self-control took over whilst dreams held her down in perfect smiles
Caressing her naked skin, undressing her perfect frame
Loving & biting & kissing & wanting her in everyway

& all because of a simple dress…or tied back hair…
Or eyes which fixed and thoughts of mine which long to care
In dreams before her I held her close & whispered thoughts of longing love.
I want you my love. I want you, I want you, I want you!

– she stood before me in a perfect dress * how I dreamt!
© ed simkins 2017

Legs in tights.

The dichotomy of my actions.
Dreams inspired by provocative sight,
& thoughts which reach for maiden girl.
Unknown. Unspoken. Distant stood.
I lust for her.
For you.
You sacred sweet virgin dream.
To you a ghost I am which wanders through the world in silence.
To me, inside my mind, a dark stalking panther eager to pounce.
I see you.
& those legs!
Oh, those legs!
The legs of a gazelle which scream at me to chase her across the floor
& that I could, & I would!!!
I would!
With bitten tights and bloodied flesh would I take you down!
& please.
& see you squirm & moan & beg.
But I stand here.
A silent stalker basking in the glory of your eyes
& your legs.

Legs.
Legs Which rise from earth to the mighty stars above
& speak a thousand joys of curved, elongated fantasy.
Arousal mounts as I drawl for you!
Teeth sharp & ready, mind high on desire.
Oh, that I could hug you.
Would I thrash you with such sweet ecstasy!
& make you smile.

No need for tears that morning brought my dear,
You should have spent your time with me!
Pleased the silent one with company of youth
& watched him charm & fool & act your knight.

But fate eludes.
& I watch you instead.
& grey tights which roll like waves along your legs speak to me.
Inspired short skirt alludes to bliss
& My eyes wander happily across your naked skin,
Etching out every curve you have & sighs.
Each time I catch a glimpse of you
Legs & height, slim body tight
& face which asks for me to start again.
Or pounce.

~ on seeing a precious one cry & dress so well. Oh happy dreams!
© ed simkins