The futility of love.

I want to hold her.
Really hold her.
To my chest.
To my heart.

I’m in love
& I’m in pain.
I’m pleasured
& I’m sick.

I grieve for I know the truth.
In a year she departs.
Gone.
Leaving for a foreign land.

& I know this.
I shed tears because of this.
I gaze into her eyes and I know this.
My tears fall because of this.

How can love bring so much pain?
How can life be so cruel & bring so many smiles?
How can she be this perfect & so close to me
& yet engaged in a fading act of dying?

i love her.

© ed simkins 2016
– torture is my grief, love the cause.

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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

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

Secret Moments

Seductive illusion of the heart
Dreams cascade through eyes which gaze
I take her hand & play
Caress her skin so smooth & soft,
I plead in want.

Words ramble forth & back, collide
Lips which seek to kiss control their minds but ache
I long for her!
Hands urge her on, closer tidings bound
Her pleasing waist greets my touch.

& then in silent mood & unseen game
We close without a spoken word & press
Hands position & tease the bodies arc to fall
Forward, forward onto mighty dreams
Urgent connection made, but slow in secret movement.

The world surrounds & angel laughs & fringe of beauty flicked from face
Her tender body exclusive to my wanton hand
I caress her fine young spine & dreams explode
She smile & ignores as she’s pressed against my hungry thought
Erotic charges fill my mind with great desire.

I kiss her softly, her giggling mind playing with mine
I smile in worship, her fantastic body hot below
I want her here forever close & tight to touch
Time slows & cares abandoned
I love this girl, this girl of mine.

– such that dreams exist!
© ed simkins 2016

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

With Her

Her eyes are alight. She’s laughing.
She’s killing me.

I’m dying for this love.
For this love I know will disappear.

I don’t know what to do, she controls my heart.
I drive along, the tears start.

With her I’m alive, I’m insane, I’m in love.
She radiates such warmth that I cannot deny.

She presses against and she teases me so.
Her secret is safe as I gaze in her eyes.

I’m in love & I sing, a clown & I fool.
I gallop & I praise & I grin like a God.

& then she is gone & my heart sinks like a stone.
Sitting in darkness, a whole different tone.

Love is such misery, I’m confused and frustrated
Dying to hear her, to touch her, to please.

– in love.
© ed simkins 2016

Pictures Of Love

Look at that smile!
Look at it!
Look at the beacon of all that is perfect with the world when the world is torn by such hate & fear.

She is God.
She is warmth.
She is perfection.
She is life.

I own no power.
I control no world.
I lie in awe
& yet still she desires me.

She’s stolen my heart with the innocence of her mind
With her child-like wonder.
Her curiosity. Her desire.
Her love.

& that face.
Her face.
With her deep, dark eyes, & that secret hidden world.
Her tender pale skin & her young sweet cherry lips.

She laughs & I don’t care about the world out there.
For I am lost and happy in this dream I behold.

Sacred is her body,
Beauty is her name.
I kiss her softly,
& My hands they caress her.

She smiles & we part in love
I tell her I love her. I wrap it in words.
I caress her white skin
& I long for her beauty
Again & again.

– all I can think of is her.
© ed simkins 2016

The Angel Of My Heart

In the distance we met, eyes seeking our friend.
Roaming the fields, ‘til we met at the end.
Love was a smile, a face of recognition.
Wanting her closely, she knows she’s my mission.
Frustration & insanity fly far away
When the angel of my heart races my way.
She smiles & I soar, arms wide as the sky
Dying for my soul mate, tears could I cry.
She approaches & she grins & I bid her good day
For words are the cover to the thoughts that I pray
Smiles are exchanged & my heat it beats faster
She is my beauty, & I am her master
Fingers entwine, and the playing ensues
Stroking her silk hair, I ask her for news
Banter is kissed and sent from her lips
As my hands hold gently the arc of her hips
Bringing her forth and a soft sigh ejects
Tickling her slowly so no-one suspects
Holding her tightly I bring her so close
Telling her I love her & I’ve missed her the most.
She looks with a smile & she flicks off her hair
& I caress her so calmly, I show that I care
We talk & we play & we stand there a while
God & his princess, for a moment on trial
My nerves are electric, her fingers are cold
She turns and she presses, so cheekily bold
She arouses with glee & she hardens desire
Raging beside her, my fantasy on fire.
She giggles once more & she stands on my feet
I am surrounded & broken, this army is beat
Moments of ecstasy shoot through my mind
As this princess before plays with my mind.
She bids to be with me & she calls out my name
& runs off & waves, & I’m crying insane.

– I am so in love, so besotted with her. Why does love always hurt?
© ed simkins 2016

Smiles which Smile

Look at her. Just look at her.
See how she makes me smile in every second I look at her.
She’s adorable.
She’s beautiful.
she’s a grin machine!

In my mind I’m laughing
& loving
& slowly caressing the soft cheeks of her face.
I can’t get enough.

& then she revealed her neck & lord I ravished her skin with teeth of desire.
I combed her silken hair and brushed it softly to the side.
Her delightful fringe begs my finger’s touch
A gliding fall of the softest dream.

Oh love that I could speak the truth to you
My lips ache to taste the freshness of your skin
I want to hold you
I’m desperate for you.

I love you.

– ed simkins © 2016

Perfection.

These stupid smiles of man are brought about my love.
Or fancy.
Or joyous rebirth.
Or the dreams of futility which reach around her naked skin.

She smiles.
Oh god she smiles & I bow upon the floor of hope to her & pray.
Pray that days will never end & moments shared in bliss will forever stay.
I seek her.
I love her.

The fool has tripped and plunged deep into hopeless desire of whimsy and earnest want.
He cries in smiles.
Cries in jest upon the mirror which speaks of loss and future death.
Of endings.

But in present circumstance & desperate passion, this red lust for her burns & flames.
Behind this eyes she is naked and close and speaking in the words of love.
She pleases me. Her eyes entrap and I am her hers.
Completely.

A story has begin which ends but yet in gloom & sorrow.
But yet today will light the world in glee and bliss and sought wonder.
She teases me.
She smiles and I die.

This angel stands before and dreams caress her perfect pale skin.
I am lost to the beauty of her face.
Those happy lips.
I am trapped.
& I love her.

– The fool © 2016