My Present

There she is…
The most beautiful girl in the world.
Just looking at me.
Smiling.
With Portal eyes of secret dreams.

I can’t but gaze upon her.
Dream of the things she says & does to me.
She wants to work with me.
She wants to be with me.
Flirtatiously lovely, she wants to wear skirts for me.

She’s my luscious tease.
‘No!’ she declares with a wide open grin
& the look of love bursting through her happy eyes.
& she stands by me
Or close before.

& I breathe her in.
Her fragrant hair,
Her warmth & closeness.
I pull her closer,
I cup her bum.

& I want to caress her perfect face,
Tilt my head & kiss her lips.
Seduce her body young,
& tell her of the thoughts I keep for her,
& forever keep this day the same.

I love her deeply.
My daily present wrapped & fine.
I haven’t told her what happens to every gift
How slowly I’d unwrap & gaze upon
& how, how I’d love my gift for evermore.

– & what does she want for xmas this year I asked? – to be with me she said. She’s killing me!
© ed simkins 2016

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!

 

 

To you My love

Smiles.
Laughter.
Fingers
Dance along her rail road back.

Holding beauty soft entrapped.

A secret map.

Her actions twisted by the midday sun.
Loving lost through creature’s fun.

Hair caressed.
Smile lit.
Stealth is practiced
Bit by bit.

She plays & sings
Her feet upon my soul
Stealing kisses soft
Heart is empty, blackened hole.

There she flirts
& fingers play their merry dance
Words excite & capture
Normality entranced.

I hold her close & whisper
Sweet illusions pronounced
Girl is bittersweet love indeed
Cheer leader coached.

World tonight descends in madness of the mass
Designed to hide the crippled heart I wear
Conveying secret love I hold for her
Truth to her I swear.

– though I love I apologise
© ed simkins 2016

Around her

In my mind she lies upon my bed of white
Her long, fringed, brunette hair begging to be stroked.
Her naked young body appealing, transfixing me with its beauty.
I savour this sight.

I’d picked up her before
My arms raising her pretty little face high & close to mine.
Her hair cascaded upon my skin & tickled me
My heart sang & I smiled in love.

She’d shared some chocolates with me earlier
Told me of her family
Declared war on her sister
Shared stories of her brothers.

She’d ran towards me in the park
I saw her & pretended not to notice
Her beaming face whirled around my ecstatic mind
I leant in & kissed her sweet fine lips.

In a world of friends I’d pulled her in,
Tried to tease & jest & caress her chin.
She played so seriously, ignoring me but then
In secret moments of thought, she let me in.

My heart was up & down & inside out today
I let her control my mind & tease my soul.
I’m her puppy, her playful fool.
I love her too much & I hope she knows.

I lie her down on my bed tonight.
I’ll hold her close & kiss her softly.
Breathe her in so deeply & wrap myself around her.
In my empty bed I dream of her.

– based on reality, the dream continues
© ed simkins 2016

Apology or ecstasy?

Apology or ecstasy?
A transcript of the midnight mass.
I held her.
Erotic spine stroked by fingers of the nerveless one.

So she smiled.
Warming of the heart began.
A troubled time in life.
Thoughts eroded by her naked skin beneath.

I caressed her.
Love was charging through the veins of fire.
Secrets in all its confused ways.
Secrets hidden trough manipulation.

I kissed her.
Crimson lips bled with the heat of desire.
Soft tenses mounted through the closing moments.
The snake bit its selected gem.

Shuddered nights of eternal bliss.
Hair of silk lies covered on his skin.
Chatter blankets every sordid deed with guilt.
But love enjoys its midday mass.

– uncontrolled & rambling.
© ed simkins

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

Redhead naked.

Redhead lies naked, calm, seductive
Goose bumps crawling, wandering across her pure white skin.
I smile.
& breathe her in.

The stainless steel blade flickers under the midnight moon.
She’s cold, calculating, lethal, still
But she teases me
& my eyes glide naturally across her lustful reflection

My girl is fresh.
She’s breathing, undressed.
Perfect summer dress, creased & laid bare.
Muscles refrained from movement made.

My hands approach, controlled & warm
Erotic tension built, a grasping stare
Smooth, crisp, clinical grip
& Blade untarnished; resting there.

Her skin beckons me
& My senses flicker as they stroke her youthful shell,
Autumnal hair of red delight
Her pefect breasts, her thin white neck.

The Knife it strokes.
A cool, clean tingle flashes
She gasps
I smile.

I kneel beside her, examining, admiring
A tender finger glides around the curves of this perfect creature
Her white virgin flesh, yet untouched by sin
I reach in & kiss; explosion of taste devine

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

~ passion & a redhead…that’s all I can say!! 😛
© Ed Simkins

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.