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

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The games we play.

I can see you.
Face, divine
Perfect, still.
Dreams flower over your maiden skin.
I love you!
Such that roses grow upon the trails of my heart
& we speak, or play, or gallop through the moments of magic within our lives
& like two children of the race, we skip & sing & frolic through the fields of happiness.

You excite me.
Oh, how you excite me!
Your gleaming eyes impress me with their beauty
& Your naked neck seduces.
I power you to the floor with love.
Teasing
Playing.

Dreams embolden. Dreams begin.
& You giggle & I hold you close
Childish flirtation takes over
No choice.
The game is on & illusions win.
In these moments of madness I fall for you.

Your smile is golden.
I comb your hair. Caress your locks.
Soft voice sighs.
Your rose tinted cheeks show fire of youth.
Your soft stroked skin smiles.
You’re the most beautiful girl I know.
I wink at you. you laugh.
& time pauses in the mind of joy & bliss.
I love you. & I chase you through the oceans of desire
& we tickle & frolic & play our ages against the sands of time.
& how we laugh.
Oh, how we laugh!

& beauty has ensnared the beast.
But the beauty loves. & worships.
She is safe with him.
For he worships her.
Time bounds their hands in gentle touch
& they smile.
& love begins.
Her pretty face lightens.
My heart roars in want.
I long to be with her
The most beautiful, the most endearing, the most charming girl in the world.
& I love her.
Oh, how I love her!

~ a fool for his muse
© ed simkins

Redhead naked.

Redhead lies naked, calm, seductive
Goose bumps crawling, wandering across her pure white skin.
I smile.
& breathe her in.

The stainless steel blade flickers under the midnight moon.
She’s cold, calculating, lethal, still
But she teases me
& my eyes glide naturally across her lustful reflection

My girl is fresh.
She’s breathing, undressed.
Perfect summer dress, creased & laid bare.
Muscles refrained from movement made.

My hands approach, controlled & warm
Erotic tension built, a grasping stare
Smooth, crisp, clinical grip
& Blade untarnished; resting there.

Her skin beckons me
& My senses flicker as they stroke her youthful shell,
Autumnal hair of red delight
Her pefect breasts, her thin white neck.

The Knife it strokes.
A cool, clean tingle flashes
She gasps
I smile.

I kneel beside her, examining, admiring
A tender finger glides around the curves of this perfect creature
Her white virgin flesh, yet untouched by sin
I reach in & kiss; explosion of taste devine

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

~ passion & a redhead…that’s all I can say!! 😛
© Ed Simkins

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.