Temptress On Bed

The anti-Christ sits on her bed jealous and scared.
Her blood red hair fires thoughts of prehistoric passion
Gems align her dark in bedazzling arrays of love & lust.
She tells me how much she aches for deeds to be done, but motivation lacks within.

I rest cross legged before her, smiling and pondering on the meaning of life.
I came to her in the middle of the night & now it’s half past evening.
Thursday’s downpour continues at the entrance of the cave
I cleaned her room in fits of boredom, God had ventured too far away to beseech.

Her name is silent, for I can not tell you the secret of my desire, though she is beauty & I miss her when she’s not around.
She’s plucking at her nails & I’m lost in space.
Pictures of the past decorate her home.
My perfect match in many ways.

A vest of innocence drapes across her delicate chest, beads of hope lie delicately upon her bed of hate.
I kissed her once, in a land and dream far, far away. I was younger then.
But I returned.
For the stillness of my life request constant feeding.
I ache for her.

I’m hungry. & tired. & stolen. & lost. & I ponder how I can seduce her now.
But the anti-Christ doesn’t care. She gives no love.
All woman perhaps, with the beauty of her youth intact, but cruel.
Like every woman I’ve ever met. Dishonest & brutish in the realities of the day.

& so I sit estranged. My beautiful, delicious, fresh, young temptress bathed in red.
I hold her hand & I know my limitations. For this is as far as I go.
Blissful girl with braided locks destroys my heart & the whispers of the storm ride high & circle
I love her. But she does not know.

I want to taste her.

But she is now far away.

~ thoughts of the golden one turn to fate.
© ed simkins 2015

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Four hours I dream

I love you!
I’m a fool to say
but that no-man loved without being a fool
& I declare…
I love you.

You control my mind & soul & happy days & at a whim I fluctuate like the sails at sea
& all because
I love you.

& you have no idea.

No idea that the world beyond your happy shore cries for you.
Or laughs or smiles because of you.
Or sits & writes these words from deep within for you.
Because of you.

Because I love you.

You give me joy like no man holds in golden hands nor deeds of thoughts would turn this world into sweet paradise.
But i…
I would.
I can.

For you.

That dreams would send you from a sleep so far to hold the space beside my arm,
Then I would love.
& hold you still.
& kiss you.

You sleep tonight & thoughts of mine will search for you.
Dreams & rainbows, stars & hope.
For you.

I love you!

& my very being

It yearns for you.

~ to the girl I love. to you. to Her.
© ed simkins

Death

Death is a girl who lies naked & happy on my blanketed sofa.
Smiling thighs protrude like spies below the edges of her delicacy.
I worship her.
A Crimson throw cushions her flesh of youth & protects her joyful modesty from longing & my gaze.
Wrapped up in fun, she waits patiently as I write for her this gentle, little ode.

She promises me a kiss.
A slow tender, succulent intoxication of lust.
I desire her.
& I will caress her hair soon in moments of fond seduction.
Smooth warm shoulders watch my steady hand type.
I can see from here
Her undressed super sternum notch & the gentle descent of where I’d like to be.

Immaculate & pretty
Her face warms my sordid imagination.
I can see love in her eyes.
Sparkling pools of dreams.
I thirst for her kiss.
Her blood red finger nails await my pleasure.
Torn flesh will cry.
Her marbled curves of delight will sigh in soft abatement.
& I will fall.

She wakes me up from dreaming here.
She smiles.
She says I should finish & come sit beside her & join her far beneath the blanket surrounding her.
I am captivated.
Foolish.
& in love.

I can sit with her in paradise.
Slow kisses & perfect dreams.
For hours we will gaze upon the beauty of what we represent.
& with that, I bid you farewell.
My siren beckons
& I am hers.

~ The girl on my couch.
© ed simkins

Escape From Lust

In dreams which seduce & bleed the mind
& darkness from within the hours of day.
A child grooms her long fine hair
Seductive pose in mirrored lair
Our broken hero trundles down
the corridor in blinkered step
Sees illusions born of youthful want
Will he pounce upon the maiden known?
Or curve around the fearful corner stone?

Hidden in caves of solemn terror
the man he cries in lonesome deed
Scratching walls with fumbled lust
Nails well bitten & lungs versed in terrored scream
He stands erect in broken thoughts
Tights or legs or skirts of fun
Each delusion plays upon his fate
As wandering wishes delicately hate
A room locked of sinful passion kept
Eyes prowl through painful past
& take hold of soiled dreams, frozen cast

The girl, if demon child of love is known,
Smiles & portrays such wistful play
Lies & turns & escaped half-truths
As gritful shields protect her form
She sits alone in witches curse
Nursing work laid in blackened tones
Her eyes flicker flames of hellish heat
Luring me to death & crumbled feet
But such was the strength of brave lonewolf
That cave of light was a better choice
For though his inner blade of knife
Would in ample times have sliced
& cut & bit & bled her dry
& left her gasping with a morning sigh
He knew, as heroes often do,
That escape was & is a better choice

& there within the darkened room
His thoughts & mind breathed new relief
For though he sought & would, I’m sure, have delighted been
In maiden’s neck & fallacy
His sanity was then complete
With life & heaven & sanctity
But pray now tell the moral of this story told
I say on that avoid the beauty of a woman known
& life will safely gather round your mind
& gather forth
a happier time.

~ on escaping the beauty of an illusion known
© ed simkins

Girl in Naked Rain

Bubbles of soft clear rain wash over her
Sensual skin alights in warm desire
I’m waiting to hold her close & dream
Her languid hair soaked with nature

She’s smiling nervously & enjoying this sacred rain
Water’s falling, cascading down
Torrents of summer lust caress
Twirling, whirling, loving her

& she’s standing there so naked
My gently sighing princess of love
Arms positioned, protecting her
Eyelashes flutter in the stealing rain

I love this girl, her mad desire
Just standing there, clothes beside my window
Tiptoed calves exaggerate her beauty
My eyes drawl from head to toe

A man lusts for such a beauty & one that I have found
Twenty-two & of such crazed delusions upon which I laugh
In dryness I giggle & laugh, a heartfelt explosion of raucous heartache
I love her so much I can barely contain!

She begins to wiggle & my smile flourishes such honest joy
Her firm young legs, her tight young bum
Crystal tears stomp & tickle their merry way across her body
Her slender hands wipe a path across her face of smiles.

She looks at me with naked desire & a single finger beckons me
How can man resist desire when nymph of passion calls?
Saturated clothes press against her tender breasts, i pull her tight
& buttons fall, my hands caress & lips of divinity meet in bliss

I care nothing for the naked rain no more; she’s won me through
This girl, this child, this perfect lady of strong will & desire owns
The simple loyal fool who stands & smiles
I succumb to her wonder & her perfect beauty naked in the pouring rain.

~ this morning’s rain & my strong desire merge in painted words. i love her.
© ed simkins

Legs in tights.

The dichotomy of my actions.
Dreams inspired by provocative sight,
& thoughts which reach for maiden girl.
Unknown. Unspoken. Distant stood.
I lust for her.
For you.
You sacred sweet virgin dream.
To you a ghost I am which wanders through the world in silence.
To me, inside my mind, a dark stalking panther eager to pounce.
I see you.
& those legs!
Oh, those legs!
The legs of a gazelle which scream at me to chase her across the floor
& that I could, & I would!!!
I would!
With bitten tights and bloodied flesh would I take you down!
& please.
& see you squirm & moan & beg.
But I stand here.
A silent stalker basking in the glory of your eyes
& your legs.

Legs.
Legs Which rise from earth to the mighty stars above
& speak a thousand joys of curved, elongated fantasy.
Arousal mounts as I drawl for you!
Teeth sharp & ready, mind high on desire.
Oh, that I could hug you.
Would I thrash you with such sweet ecstasy!
& make you smile.

No need for tears that morning brought my dear,
You should have spent your time with me!
Pleased the silent one with company of youth
& watched him charm & fool & act your knight.

But fate eludes.
& I watch you instead.
& grey tights which roll like waves along your legs speak to me.
Inspired short skirt alludes to bliss
& My eyes wander happily across your naked skin,
Etching out every curve you have & sighs.
Each time I catch a glimpse of you
Legs & height, slim body tight
& face which asks for me to start again.
Or pounce.

~ on seeing a precious one cry & dress so well. Oh happy dreams!
© ed simkins

Fifty pounds to dream!

You are supreme!
A perfect dream who talks to me!
My sweet Lolita, my dearest child, my drunken dream & fantasy!
You drive me wild!
& little do you know!!!!
How many times can I scream and yell your name & declare my eternal affection?! – Nay, love!

You drive me insane my girl!

I see you there with such, such, sweet hesitancy
& how you walk!
& How you smile with nervous delights & tease me with electric pleasure!
I cannot cope! I cannot love no more than this!
& here I am – purging volcanic words of love and need upon the world
& all because I cannot tell you my sweet!
Oh poor me!
Poor, poor me!!!

You’re in my mind!
Again & again have I captured you there.
Your bosom prying for my attention as your lips speak in seductive honesty.
You cannot see me. Nor the rampage of thoughts that drill through my mind.
I’m yearning & aching & going out of my mind with how much I seek you!
& then you declare, with rye abandonment, that purchase can be made
& I tease!
Oh, how I tease!
& another dream begins!!!

Pay the cash – pay the cash!!! For would I wish to spend a night with you alone?
Oh god, if one were true, would I thrust a wallet full of gold within your hands
& upon my knee would I beg, plead, implore you to stay with me!
& thence within the warmth of my heart would I seduce & undress your fatal charms!
& kiss with such tender lips those which talk
& upon your freckles would I gaze and gentle fingers slowly caress
Across your clothes which would fall upon the virgin floor
& oh, oh dreams would complete the rest of naked wish!

Your ebullience & radiance & awkward hesitancy seduce me!!
I am so, so in love with you!
& here, far from the awkwardness of your presence, I shout to the world!
– I love you!
I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!
& you are perfect beyond any imagination!!!
So please my god, allow this kiss to reach & press her sacred lips
& tell her that I would do anything, anything, to hold her here,
so close to me tonight.

~ to the most beautiful girl I know; she who seduces me without knowing!
© ed simkins

Girl Stretches.

That lust could stretch her back & arc in tasteful, strong desire!
I shuddered in happy disbelief, a cry she could not hear
For mute words are my secret code, I could not let her see
The strength of want I have for her! These pictured thoughts in me
Sweet sexed kitty stretched & smiled, I heard her purr in feline stance.
See her bosom well in thrust which stabs the eyes of those who watch
A filthy mind indeed I say! & not at all would promise make
No proclamation of love or marriage but through these words I do declare
My wish that child of strength & looks, would seduce in moments, more or less
Declare a devious, blue-crazed interest, therein of stunning grace & longed appeal
Of days & months ahead in court, in which I fall like moneyed king
To the floor of life, upon these knees & worship or beg for her succulent touch
Of naked skin & then in dreams, of failed fortune & thought with her
Would I tease her back & build her lust, of evenings stoned in sin!
Pleasured girl would smile & shake & voice would break in sweated song
As playful arts were passed indoors & bites & rips were forced.

But!

I stir from dreams.
& smile from wicked thoughts.
That sunshine girl.
That perfect stance.
Arousal beckons in such sweet chance.

& so I grin.
For the playful guy am i.

Who laughs.

& dreams.

~ what can I say? Happy sights provoke my grin.
© ed simkins

Morning Sun on Naked Flesh

Smile.
A morn awakens beside valleys of sensual death
& full of dreams I breathe.
Her body ravishing & bright & tender young
Smooth white skin with the faintest touch of lust
Glorious, beauteous corners erupt with hope
How I long for the kiss that will send me mad!

I breathe in like the sun’s sharp rays
Alive, excited, my mind purrs in golden desire
She is beauty & lying naked, happily upon my bed.
I sigh.
This delicious child of callous want pleases me in the night
& then, this morning call,
Forms the most engaging sight I’ve ever seen or known

& I cry.
Silent, stillborn tears fall inside
For this angel cannot be touched, not yet.
The rising star has yet to finish
Embalming rays of soft delight.
Watch them flood over her nourished skin
& feel the warmth of blue sky blanket surround & arouse
& then, & only then, in careful foreign touch of hand
Will I gentle caress & taste the body of this girl, my love,
& smile.

I lie beside her & embrace the innocent form of youth
Her hair soft & brushed by fingers of a delicate joy
I protect her
In arms which love & want & worship
I hold her close beside me
& the sun beams through the open glass.

She awakes with a grin
& love’s lust is born in such sweet kiss
that I can only once again sigh in burdens of dreamed desire
life is perfect in such sweet moments as this.
I love her
& the world it smiles.

~dreams of Her upon my bed. To the one unspoken.
© ed simkins

Undressed by Desire

Velvet seduction of naked skin,
sweet sensation smooth & warm.
flowing, curving, tears of joy
well within her arms & smile.
She seduces me.

I breath in deep & content,
a glowing ember of love flickers merrily,
happily across my evening face.
I dance in skips of joy,
I love her.

A much used phrase
but what choice do I have
but to recount the deliciousness of her naked body?
Slow, careful hands
unfolded clothes which hung on frame of angel tight.

She smiled a spring meadow smile.
Colours of radiance kissing her cheeks of youth.
I love that sight.
She undresses further.
& so I sigh

in golden clasps of tortured delight I want her.
& here she is.
unburdening the prison of her robes. Such joy!
She combs back hair that gentle breezes blow & heart will ache.
Flesh of ear excites & profile stuns.

Her neck of fire awaiting kiss.
Her eyes sparkle,
champagne pools of nervous fun.
I’m ready to pull her close & wrap her tight.
Entranced I am

With curves which lead & flow like rivers sprung from mountain youth,
swirling, curling,
leading me astray & lush.
I trace her body lean,
firm, tender, feminine & my heart erupts.

Girl undressed, she stands there naked
Angel in glasses worn, she smiles.
& pain of man will worship her.
Soothing kiss will wrap there tender prayers across her body.
Fires alight in every pore.

She shines. Oh how she shines!
& this girl will surely be loved!
Allow me love & this girl will sweat & happiness mix with strong desire.
She pleases me.
& all with sight from stunning eyes.

I need her kiss & madness hence then will now begin!
I smile.
& dream.
A fragrant bliss
I wish her naked now before me.

~ just a daydream about a sweet luscious sexy girl I know.
© ed simkins