Longing

Intensive loving of the soul
Hers
Mine
Dreams flowing like the water spilling through the air.

A cold morning mist surrounds and kisses her gentle skin.
I’m terrified of losing her.
The sacred one.
The special one.

I’ve touched her in so many ways
& listened when her gentle shakes tickled my bones below
Set fire to the fuel inside this mind
My love exudes in stolen spillage.

I held her close & tortured her sacred youth
Dreams filled with passion & the longing of the night
I cry behind her
Tears swelling in the poison which I retain for her.

I’m trapped by this love
Unknown by this love
Fenced in and chained
A secret swept behind the prison door.

(c) ed simkins 2017

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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

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.

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

17:42

Trapped.
Bored.
Her face, her voice, her fine young body lodged firmly within my mind.
I’m plagued by want.

Now what?
What can I do to alleviate this pain?
All I do is mope & long & want & dream
& hunger fills my thoughts with such strong desire.

Yet there’s nothing I can do.

Time without her kills.
It burns.
It cuts.
It hurts.

She drifts away on a daily tide & each weekend she sails the world by ocean light
& here I wait…
An empty vessel
My harbour quiet
Still
Lifeless.

I ache with excitement when she’s around
& I smile & gallop & climb a thousand trees for fun.
& then she’s gone.
& I’m left to rot.
A futile jester all alone.

I love her my friends.
I love her more than I can ever know myself.

& I’m scared.

I’m scared by death & the end which comes.
I’m scared by the daily goodbye.
I’m scared by the moments I know in which she’s not there.
& I’m scared that I own no control.

I have never felt so in love my friends
So excited & joyful & happy & free
& torn by doubt & pain & want
What can I do my friends?

But die in love & loneliness.

– Life is cruel in its complexity.
© ed simkins

Hidden Games.

Fragile bones and purity, yearning under clothes
Dreams of passion, thorns & a rose.
Crimson t-shirt is worn, hidden white skin
Searching inlets towards, finding secret ways in.

She stands there before me, silent & still
Carrying notice of her determined innocent strong will.
I long to hold her, such is the greed
Hunger my soul mate, my angel my need.

I bite with my talons, I pull and I bend her
Tie her to my passion, touch with a feather.
Entrap & surround her, hand on her waist
Courting with desperation, seeking her face.

Straight lipped & she’s gazing, off to the side
Searching, no doubt, for a den & to hide.
I grasp & I clamp her, reigning her in
Pressing against her with the love of my sin.

She succumbs & she wriggles, she aches & she groans,
Faking her pleasure to the disgust of my moans.
Time out is called & the masks go back on
Saying goodbye til the faces have gone.

Waving her off with a smile & a wink
I worry if I affect the way that she thinks.
I seek only love & I worship her face
But the deeds which I show seem so out of place.

Though tomorrow will come & I’ll scream out her name
Command her through fear with more of the same.
But I’ll do it with love, though the outcome remains
Girl who he loves, & Boy who’s insane.

– a confused relationship
© 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

Playful Smiles Beseech

Such cheek beguiles me.
She says ‘no’ in such a jocular happy way that I cannot but ignore her demands & carry forth my evil plan.
She teases me.

She stands on me. Literally stands on me.
Two feet on either one of mine and my mind enjoys. Sings! Screams please god never leave!
& we smile.
Oh god do we smile.
Like two secret millionaires who know the truth about ourselves but hide from those who seek a dollar tab.

We laugh & flirt and she calls my name. she takes her hand & places it on mine.
She says hers are cold. I ignore the fact.
Her hand is there, that’s all I care.

I flit her hair.
Oh god her hair! I smile with the thought!
A puff of air blown from lips which seek to kiss and taste and play, explodes against her gentle fringe.
& fireworks of joyful laughter erupt across the air between us
& we smile in our secret world.

She pressed herself against my weakness known. Glided so gently.
She paused and her tiny chocolate eyes gazed deep into mine.
Did she know the truth of how I felt? Did she know how the demon wished to stroke her naked flesh?
She teased me with her breast as well.
Pushed up close against my resting hand & smiled so no words would form in stuttered mouth of mine.

I am bewitched by her!
Happy & distraught & lost to her.
That I could control the world around me & pin her down.
Or spend a thousand years in eating her.
One slow steady kiss at a time.

– my angel. Time spent with her is not time enough.
Ed simkins © 2016

Girl in Glasses gone

girl left today.
We spoke & smiled & dreams were born.
My eyes undressed her & loved her soul.
She glimmered
& I swayed with pride & stupid conversation.
I helped her out
Weights of work were bundled into car & parked.
I saw the messages of love written in minute style.
I held her close.
& stripped her of her baggy clothes.
A flannel shirt cascading across the playground floor.
She thanked me & danced in reams of thought.
I suggested we holiday together
She laughed & grinned & walked away
No need for sense when I talk insane.

Watch the clouds drift by
& like the wind she fluttered past.
Wishes fell in tarmaced road
I kissed her fondly & she said goodbye.
She flickered her hair & angels gasped
Amusement had in beauty known.
I’m lost again & the world knows not.
Sweet sexy girl just upped & left
& there I stood with thoughts & hope.
Let’s play I screamed
But words were stuck
I told her of my thoughts for her
But stopped.
& breath of silence the only noise.
I couldn’t say that I fancied her so
Or that her body made my face grin with strong desire
nor words from lips so sweet warmed me
or enjoyment had in teasing made.

Company of a pleasant girl.
Fun & wit & dreaming charms.
I sit at home in cave-like pose
& stare at words & flowers grown.
I wish that god could speak
& I could woo with thoughts divine
But girl is gone & left
& I wonder what now smiles will make.

The clouds roll by & parents age
Windows viewed from hidden cage.

~ another dream departs.
© ed simkins

The girl I call Elvis

Joy upon my knees as I kneel in bliss before you
Your smiling face which captures stars & radiates
I adore & melt & heart will break if tortures grows through knowing you.

We speak in flowing dream line conversations & grin
I can’t stop put feeling muscles ache in cheered bliss
My eyes wander round your sensual curves & wish

You giggle & laugh & take me back to days of lore
When king was raised & god became
A thousand years before my present love I claim.

& there you are my favourite girl
You swirl around the pleasant room & play
& Unknown to day, I see your heart so.

We talk of a travel & the sands of our time
I listen intently & dream that your mine
Could I step further in & kiss your lips?

We talk of work & life & families unknown
& Silly little brothers & our plaguing wives
I yearn for you & my arms would protect.

You twirl around & those gorgeous eyes
I travel down your face & wish upon your charms
Aching solidly to scoop you up within these arms

We’re playing our games, you know not of mine
I’m singing so happily impressed by your mind
& I love your sweet stories, I feel so alive

Could I undress you & see your naked skin?
Undress your hair & catch your tender sigh?
Or hold you too close & seduce you so?

You’re too fun, so clueless, you cannot see
I devil talk & I dance with glee
My smile delights in the warmth of your fire

We shake hands and we part, & you get in your car
I’m dreaming of you, & I watch you afar
Fancy a date or a family of three?

~ dreams of a craze, which burns when I see her.
© ed simkins