Frustration

I’m losing my mind.
Trapped with these walls of stone.
Lost within a world in which I have no say.
No control.
No way to do the things I wish to do.
Or bring her close.

& there she is,
Fate herself.
The perfect one.
Naked.

That smile.
That face.
That body.
All within my mind.

I’m lost.

I cross the lines of sanity when I’m with her.
I laugh & joke & play & tease & freedom shows no knowing concern.

& then I’m here.
Here within my cell of life .
& I’m obsessed.
Addicted.
Forced to be without her.

Life is cruel.
Life is bland.
Life…is the rocks beneath this cliff upon which I stand…
Without her.

I bow my head to fate.
I know my role.
My curtailed situation.
I know I dream.
I know I love.

The day it ends is always a day too soon.
& another lonely day folds without her.

– the weekend.
© ed simkins 2016

Her Perfect Bum

The perfect bum sits cupped within my gold struck hand
Unannounced, but smiling, & perhaps a little planned.
Delectable firmness of the perfect butt.
Grinning smiles hidden within the daily rut.
Escape was on & this was it
Curving tenderness, firm & fit.
The things I’d like to do to her, to each pert little cheek
To Stroke, caress, to search & seek
Find the valley that leads deep within
Corrupting her, creating sin.
I held her there for the longest time
Knowing she loved me, that she was mine.
My loins they tingle, I’m searching for her flesh once more
I’m lost to addiction & I seek no cure
I’m happy here, her ghost cheeks small & veiled
Despite her clothing, tight & nailed.
I can’t break in, but I surely would
if only it was she & I – I know I could!
But the voices of the masses were loud & many
& my confidence, well I aint any!
Still, I held her close & I stroked her bum
My best friend in smiles, my perfect chum!
My hands are happy, my palms still grinning
My mind is smiling, my heart is sinning.
The sense of her in my hopeful hands
Adds further delusions to this longing man.

– smiles upon the sinful soul 
© ed simkins 2016