Her picture.

Undress my princess
Her inviting smile beckons my lust
Crimson lips
Eyes of simple trust.

Her heart controls me
Connections made in silent stands
Childish fantasies insane
Eternal desires of man.

Beauty bedevils the rights of hope
Pleasure seeks its hidden touch
Wanting smooth love alone
Or dreaming of shared lives, a want too much.

I tilt my head
Kiss her soft & slow
Stroking naked tender flesh
So no-one else will know.

Love, desire & an urgent sense of hunger
Brings her close in many ways of wonder
Foolish, imperfection throws happiness a bone
& bears poor witness in tears to the path he’s sown.

But guarded secrets tell of love he holds for her
& hopes to strip her down & extenuate her groans
Daily thread bare logic persists & warps
These strong desires inside to hear her moan.

Love or lust he can not tell
But face of angel beckons more
& daily fantasy behind these eyes
Illusions on her flesh he’ll draw.

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

In That Moment

i touched her.

Had to.
Needed to.
Wanted to.

i wished she wanted me to.

i convinced myself.

i ignored myself.

i held her.

So sweetly I looked at her.
Gazed at her.
Dreamt of her.

i wanted to kiss her.

Her skin is so inviting.
So smooth.
So pale.
Pure.

& her eyes engage me.
Captivate me.
Lure me.
Tease me.

i caress her.

She ignores me.
i question myself.
But still I caress her.

& i’m lost.

– dreams blur my reality.
© ed simkins 2016

Without You (Once More)

& Jennifer or the girl in short skirt legged stance of dreams,
She who stands before in dreams of naked youth
I miss you.

I long to seduce, I want to seduce
I want to lead your hand to kingdoms new & play & sing alone with you
In darling scenes of joy & love & midnight mass.

I’m terrorised by these thoughts that you could hate
That you could fear
That you could stare at me & see no truth within these eyes which shine for you.

I love you.
& my sickness, illness of a fearful dread pours forth
& cries in unashamed & woeful screams & dies.

Where are you?

I caused my own loss tonight.
An evening lost without your smiles which shine
Your eyes which speak of happy thoughts…& dream.

I missed you.
& when I saw you curl your hair around your charming ear did I find the breath to sigh & dream
& wonders staged my fallen grace. & here I think alone of you.

I gaze at you.
Your naked breast invites such longing that no man knows of no warmer sight
& That no man knows a curve so sharp or kills.

& I follow you.
A broken puppy which begs pathetically for dribbles of your love
For moments of sweet seduction in your attention; I long for you.

& darkness falls.

For all success & riches made in days like this for futures yet
Are but delicious sweets found laced with death & poison
If my days lived exist without the beauty of your gracious face

& dreams persist of you.
Dreams in which you clamber forth my bedroom steps & gently lay
& sweetly smile beside in naked bliss & heavens kiss.

I want you.

~ being without even the sight of you.
© ed simkins

To HER, my secret fantasy.

That I sit and dream in a world where no-one knows.
Or cares.
Or shows the appetite of sweet delight which grows & swirls
Within my mind.

& there you’ll find,
The truest form of sweet devotion & strong desired, desperate emotion attached to the woman who plays within my mind.

& love.

Love,
A taste of such sweet fair consumption
Attractive thoughts of heart’s eruption.
Which plays upon the soul of her who does not know.
Although,
Perhaps despite crazed words I send, she’ll fend off modes of longing holds!
Oh, these arms which yearn to purr and curl her up with man’s fine grip
& sip the fragrance of her naked form!
A warm, sensual, perfumed delight with which I ponder deeply through the night
& smiles they blaze!

& raze from depths a man despaired, who thinking of his girl, he cares
& shares
With the whole wide world of man.
A snippet of the love and deeds which forge & gorge upon the wonder of a beauty known

& here I’ve shown…
in multiple rants and worships for my girl of love
That I do love
& how I love!

A love which if unknown and secret kept
Would force the angels of the gods which wept
To have danced and frolicked and sung their golden tunes
Between the stars of love and lover’s moon!

& smile.
& love.
The two resulting products of this flow.
Sent in secret to now an angel known.

& between the world & you who can tell her so & true
That man who worships, lives in love and honesty my dear,
for you.

~ a secret moment at work in which SHE enters my mind and smiles & love it blooms & wants! Oh to kiss that girl of such sweet beauty! Another night of joy would please!
© ed simkins

What is love?

Love is the abject dereliction of my sanity.
Of intelligence and wit and knowledge born of thought.
And sacrificed to the beauty of a smile!
& not even of that one which comes before in impassioned light
No! Not even that!
But that which arrives like a gleaming horse through majestic night
And brings forth news of joy through conversation held with…
With HER.
& I smile.

For love is but a quiet insanity of the mind!
Love is knowing all is stupid and worthless and fate will kill
But the heart goes on.
For it is trapped.
Inspired
But trapped.
For in the beauty of another one’s mind will soar a thousand dreams!
& dance upon a thousand more!
& hearts will flutter and skip and shake without repose
Upon the minutest little hope!
A word, a thought, the briefest deed.
And sunk without a trace in the moments passed

That is love.

An illness.
A mindless torture of the soul
A giddy run through naked fields knowing that in any moment the world will end
& send you down to hell again.

& so she takes your very soul
& watches you giggle like a fool.
For love.

& I am smitten

By this thing called love.

~ entrapped by love
© ed simkins

Curls Of Pleasure & Breathless Bliss

She turned & I was stumped!
A jewel within the world of men,
A cliché thought but one which sung!
& happy dreams care only for the truth of that particular moment in which I saw the face of beauty smile.
& I was happy.
Content upon those eyes which shined & lips which taught my heart to love.
Or at least to dream & how I did!
A man of such wit & want can only see the world in which I write & think!

Her face, oh her pretty little face!
With a frame of such wonder which surrounded & projected such feminine beauty that I could hardly know to beat my heart again.
Her perfect blonde hair in giddying rolls & curls of fun danced across her naked shoulder.
Her smile skipping upon the breeze of thought
& with a slight tilt of turning head, paused & spotted me.
She shone her forceful light of joy & I was gone!
Melted by the beam of love.
My fingers wished to twirl in her delicious silken locks
How could she look like this & not be kissed?
Or held!
Or worshipped but by my eyes alone!
& thus they were!
A secret dream in crowded room.

& so in stance, these happy dreams filled the air as she stood in slacks & pretty thoughts,
& all the happy time my mind drank her in, blood engorged on feminine charm.
I smiled,
she smiled again
& all the deeds within my head were done!
Her beautiful, graceful little bum, the charming whimsy of her waist,
The luscious tone of her skin & the naked appeal of her dress
A simple pretence I thought!
But when I raised my eyes to gaze from the words I’d wrote,
There I found her, still standing there,
& I could not move!

Succulent & ripe she was, a fruitful fancy of healthy design
I was tempted to pinch a daring taste!
But I was stopped by fate in such employed disguise!
& Oh how I dream in seconds told of holding her & whispering in her delicate ear such pleasured thoughts
That gentle knowing giggles would flitter from her warming bosom
& tickle softly ears which long to hear her sigh & tease.

How beautiful she looked today
Her swept back hair an immaculate force
Magnetizing my heart which yearns for her.
& From here alone, I softly kiss
Oh that she could know or appreciate the dreams I have of her.
& in my evening dreams
Entwined fingers would sing.

~ I saw her today & she was stunning!
© ed simkins