From These Eyes Of Desire

Her naked body lies secretly beneath her warm & frustratingly closed & layered garments.
I bite her waist.
I stand before her & tell her, ask her, of the world which surrounds.
I slide my fingers carefully across her tender skin.
She is smiling & ignorant.
Or thoughtful & caring & in love.

I pull her forth.
Firm hands grasping at her waist. She laughs.
Vixen or innocent in her scarlet robes.
I love the colour red.

Her perfect chest invites me.
Kisses of desire stretch across her Saharan desert.
A rain of lust dashing along her dunes.
We laugh.
& giggle. & her ecstasy & innocence confirm my want.

I pull her closer.
A perfect cheek caressed & fitting into each of my hands.
I love this girl.
I love her smile.
Her encouragement of me.
I detest my weakness.
But love & lust buckle & squirm & I want to fuck this girl.
I’m hers.
& her perfectly buttoned clothes resist my thoughts.

I cup her face & smile.
I want to grab her hair & make her mine.
Submit.
But I let her go.
We love each other but the world is watching.
& the world is a master so cruel.

We hug & wave goodbye.
For Love is not of this world it seems.

– I want her
© ed simkins 2016

Advertisements

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.

A day in love.

Part one
She runs to me.
She smiles & words of happiness exchange.
I smile & curiosity & need become her friend.
I am god around her & the prince of joy.
I love her
& we talk of things of evening past & share.

Part two.
Her hair is braided in unknown ways.
Old desires resurface through the joys of angel’s locks.
I’d mentioned in days before of how she holds her perfect silk
& love replied with such delight
& beckons smiles & I adore.
I love her hair
& wish my hands could through hers swim.
I touch, caress & breathe her in.
She lets me play & I am God.

Part three.
Secret ear & naked skin
I am excited & torn by the desire to caress & kiss & bite.
Each perfect line across her thoughtful head leads me to her smile
Her pure white cheeks, her crimson lips, her sensual profiled arc of nose.
Where could I end but kiss & repeat & kiss & more.
I love her.
My perfect gem.

Part four & last
She watches me.
What thought crosses her mind when she looks upon the things I do in earnest to be with her?
What pity she gives to know I long for her, that man unknown worships her?
That man could kiss & hold & love her for ever more & dreams in strong desire.
For her.
Her perfections control me. Own me.
& I would give the world, the whole damn stinking world to be with her.

For I love her.
I love every single perfect thing about her.
& I am hers in dreams.

– another day with her
(c) ed simkins 2016

Fun Flirtation

Hidden deep within the world of layers, hands explore, engage,
Fingers reach for sensual signs of naked flesh & tease you so.

Erotic thoughts storm through the owners mind & reach.
Charged desire fuels his want & girl is pulled, the game begins.

She smiles & laughs at such aggression, electric stimulation upon his ears.
Her hair flies wild in jubilation, her playful body launches toward.

He grabs & steals, her clothing his, her lips approach & thoughts explode
Oh to caress her soft young face as she gazes fondly, this foolery exists.

She squirms & writhes & laughs so loud, her teasing body fondles his.
Press my dear, press against & shun the world, show love to me & press.

Her smooth white hands hold onto his, enwrapped, she cannot now escape or wants,
Their lips so close, her sexual breath, hair of silk breezes round gracious neck.

I hold her close as close can be & through my eyes I show her love.
Her contact’s warm & she pleases me, her smile’s alight & she is mine.

Fabric rises & tickles encroach, angel excites & with me she’s content,
Mastered by the foolish one, we love & kiss & playful games are made & won.

Love is king in secret, hidden moments of playful layers,
I long for the game to forever last & fingers kiss forever more.

– I am God with her.

© ed simkins 2016

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

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

Crazy for you.

Undress for me.
Stand and shiver in darkened light.
I long for thee.
For single word you spoke tonight.

I yearn for you.
Your cherished face which I adore.
Aching, smiling, wanting you.
Now without, in need of more.

I long for you.
A sweet delicious, smiling thrill
In awe of you.
That God were real, then I would kill.

Your braided hair
Your soft delights
Your Nervous neck
So Virgin white.

& your beaming face
Which strikes my heart
Lost in space
& now departs.

My secrets told
In honest signs,
But My heart is bold
In these written lines.

That you were stood so close & near
Knowing of no midnight fear
Then hands of mine would tender be
& kiss your skin, so longingly.

& your cheeks of rosey simplicity
Would smile with touch & honesty
For child, or girl, or woman known,
For you my love, my heart has grown.

~ for you. the girl of my dreams.
© ed simkins 2015

Fading

My heart is stuck & glued & bolted fast like planks upon the roof of my old house
Attached to you.

I write to you.

A buffoon of sixty-four & twenty-two, a guy, a girl & something true
all the thrills you give to me.
& far beyond the sacred tones of pleasantry
& dreams persist.

You take no stake in knowing that these eyes which look upon your naked face,
smiles & dreams & longs for you.
Believes in you.
Screams for you!

I, The man next door, or secret bore.
Or friend unknown or thoughtless count.
A rich man seen
In discarded time.

Girl, Stand before & let me show the world & all of you that I desire & wish & breathe & pause for you.

But you’re moving on.
& more I die.
A tear shed.
The broken cry.

Imagine that the world were books & I could speak my mind & look
Upon those lips which smile & eyes which shine in glee.
& stories bold would I tell to thee!
How much I love.

Or arms in those moments in which you freeze, would I gently squeeze & spark your heart, if I were just a happy part of the world you own.
Instead, bemoan.
& lonely aches echo across a silent page in lover’s rage.
For I want you girl. I always have.

& I see your face.
I worship you.
I’m in awe of you.
Besmitten & in need of you.

Your pretty face. Your luscious skin, Your cheeky eyes I wander in.
I smile & laugh & seek to kiss,
A slow, sweet teasing invitation miss
But love remains untold & secret desire will soon turn cold
For as winter flicks its deadly knife & takes you far away from life
I’ll slowly fade from thoughts you see & my eyes will lose their hope for thee.
But I bid you well,
That you should live
But not without this love I give.

~ i see her drifting further and further away & she doesn’t know of how much i care.
(c) Ed Simkins 2015

In the silence inbetween.

Dreams kill & ache & bleed & cry in rooms of silence, dark in tone.
I love you. A repeated phrase which you say remains unknown.
– It is to you.

A sparkling dress of want flutters like candle dust around your skin & the light blinks out.
You’re gone.
But I picture you there.
– Your smile which kills.
A web of deceit, or the lust of youth?
Or that fools tear themselves in dreams I fear & I hate?
For loss is great!
For even for a night, a night in which so much was gained & the flesh which surrounds you dances & burns,
Teases & forces gyrations of desire from a friend who adores
& falls gently away.
Or was that just you?
& another nights gone.

But now in soft light with whiskey & gin & a light which frustrates.
& A mind which lurks
& Seeks
Begs for you.
Says that I love you.
& I love you!

Theses hypnotic chants & screamed repetitions filter the pain,
For there’s torture in knowing you.
For this grief in desire.
Of want.
Of love.
For you.

So come to my arms my love.
Rest gently deep within them.
& Tell me your secrets tonight.
Let me bask in your glory.

Oh, I recognise your escape. I know of desire.
I know of your world, of your beautiful chances.
But allow me to love you & I’d grant you the stars
I’d make you a princess
I’d make you my queen!

But let love flow around you.
& let it be mine.

~ Her silence is torture
© ed simkins

I think of her & sigh.

That smiling, wondrous, cheeky, soft pinkish face of hers!
With words which flow & charm & melt my heart!
That dreams create!
That love begins.

Or be it affection deep or adoration told that I could hold her sweetest charms.
& stand before like man to God & weep in abject joy.

That beauty of such tender child reaches forth and gallops through my heart with unashamed bliss
To kiss
A most indulgent thought!
Which ought, I say,
Declare my mind to be nothing free, but linked to the whimsy of her deeds.
& needs.
In late night love affair when I will dream
Of her.
& watch the roses of her heart blossom into ladies bloom
& fill this room from whence I write
With stars so bright that want or might would bring her here
& thence upon this chair beside be near
I would look upon her skin, & smile
& know that
I love her.

& I turn to her.
gaze belovedly upon her face
& heart will pace
& fingers stretch to caress her neck
& gentle lay upon her tender hair
These words I rhyme with passioned care
& say, with whispers of a knight from old
I love thee.

With all my heart, as the sun declares
Each morning rises high & stares
With wonder at the naked earth & all the beauty held within,
Thus I look at you my love
and dreams begin.

& love exudes.

From my heart to the world of yours tonight.
Because of you.

Because
of you.

~ inspired & in complete devotion to you. to HER,
© ed simkins