Bottles of Love

I kissed her.
Took my lips and placed them on the red rivers of this perfect child.
& Kissed her.

Stroked her golden skin
& kissed her.

Smiling between bouts of illusion
I twisted her locks between my joyful fingers
& kissed her.

Yes, I am drunk.
Intoxicated with the belief that I am god and she my princess.

I ripped her clothes.
A mean jest to touch her silken skin.
Stroked her.
Made her gasp.
Made me smile.

Her eyes questioned my reality.
I leaned in and kissed her once more.
She was mine and I could not let her go.
Would not let her go.

She stood there naked.
Smiling confused and gasping.

I held her close.
Simple things were spoken by the confused one.
But I loved her.
& still I do.

I lay her down to rest & fell asleep with her deep within my arms.
My girl is everything to me.
& I am still drunk with her desire.
I love her & I know I always will.

– nights of longing without her
© ed simkins 2017

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Love Upon her Face

She Smiles!

Lord she smiles!

She smiles & my face is a burning, glowing wreck of all these distant dreams!

Her face is bright!
Her face is alive & free & scrunched up in such purity!

Because of me!

Because of me?

That I should care that some other power or source or deed or whimsy provokes her beauty to fire into such perfect form!
Yet I doubt in every second & every chance & every thought, I doubt & I am saddened & disturbed & wholely confused that I am not but the gift to her which creates such fun & sweet delicious scenes of joy.

For I am selfish!
& human!
& far in need of her to love me.

I pause.
& think of her.
& see her face.

That beautiful, delectable, delicious face.

That I could tell her of my thoughts & wants & heartfelt dreams.
That I could stand there before her & hold her hand or cusp her face & say these words which fall out well upon this naked page
& show her love.

For even with the sin of man bursting from deep within my ageing heart,
I love her!

& love should be the source & centre of all that which beams upon her golden face!

That happy, cherished, perfect, beautiful face.

That I should love & she should know.
But words remain a secret & to her unknown.

– Her face enthrals me.
© ed simkins 2016

Eyes Upon You

That I could strip you down
A simple thought of evil deed
Your naked body standing there
I’d inspect with eyes that ration kills
I’d breathe you in & take my time
I care little for the ways of love
A mischievous glimmer that shines upon
I fancy making wait your call
Let insecurity take hold
For when you stand there, naked firm,
Your arms and hands would cover you
& such sweet tender masks that hide
Your face would fall like leaves
Such mangled lies no more disguise
Power soaked and hungry lust
Abiding time would grow in loins
For girl, this child of blossomed youth,
With golden locks which flow through grip,
& Nervous smile of fearful trust
My hands would slowly reach & touch
Your frame of soft, still, tearful love
Interest held and raging tiger paused
I’d rip through time like knives through silk
& dance across your valleys smooth
With loving tongue, a kiss and fire
And squeamish, squirmish fragile skin
Would rage in fresh delights & yearn
I can hardly bide my time or stay
For girl whose spirit yet stands before,
Your slim white body, my beacon born,
I ache for you to slowly strip!
Say no word but smile & see consume
A man behind these secret walls
A man who gazes soft upon
Your charms of such sweet and luscious fun,
If you were here my darling girl
If only you were here…!

~ gazing upon an unspeaking dream, my eyes danced in joy around a strangers frame
© Ed simkins