Longing

Intensive loving of the soul
Hers
Mine
Dreams flowing like the water spilling through the air.

A cold morning mist surrounds and kisses her gentle skin.
I’m terrified of losing her.
The sacred one.
The special one.

I’ve touched her in so many ways
& listened when her gentle shakes tickled my bones below
Set fire to the fuel inside this mind
My love exudes in stolen spillage.

I held her close & tortured her sacred youth
Dreams filled with passion & the longing of the night
I cry behind her
Tears swelling in the poison which I retain for her.

I’m trapped by this love
Unknown by this love
Fenced in and chained
A secret swept behind the prison door.

(c) ed simkins 2017

Dress Intoxication

It’s the sense of what’s below her clothes which drives me crazy!
I smile.
I’m insane with desire.
For her.

For when she looks & snares me in those perfect chocolate eyes
I’m engorged with lust & wonder!
& though a fool I be, I sink my sanity deep into her naked flesh
Which I know, I long to know, lies fresh and tender beneath her clothes!

She wore her dress today, the first time since I met her & I rampaged around my mind!
I took my hands and caressed her thighs & sensed her smile
& her quiet surprise
& stole a thousand hours of silent touch beneath her clothes!

I laugh. A monster loose within her coat.
A stomach of fine, taught touch and strong sensations pleasured
A roaming, happy hand stroking her delight and loving her
Her happiness my control, her smile my puppet, I love her my friends!

Dreams engaged by mental frame, shook and threatened unguarded escape
Frustrated self-control took over whilst dreams held her down in perfect smiles
Caressing her naked skin, undressing her perfect frame
Loving & biting & kissing & wanting her in everyway

& all because of a simple dress…or tied back hair…
Or eyes which fixed and thoughts of mine which long to care
In dreams before her I held her close & whispered thoughts of longing love.
I want you my love. I want you, I want you, I want you!

– she stood before me in a perfect dress * how I dreamt!
© ed simkins 2017

Fun Flirtation

Hidden deep within the world of layers, hands explore, engage,
Fingers reach for sensual signs of naked flesh & tease you so.

Erotic thoughts storm through the owners mind & reach.
Charged desire fuels his want & girl is pulled, the game begins.

She smiles & laughs at such aggression, electric stimulation upon his ears.
Her hair flies wild in jubilation, her playful body launches toward.

He grabs & steals, her clothing his, her lips approach & thoughts explode
Oh to caress her soft young face as she gazes fondly, this foolery exists.

She squirms & writhes & laughs so loud, her teasing body fondles his.
Press my dear, press against & shun the world, show love to me & press.

Her smooth white hands hold onto his, enwrapped, she cannot now escape or wants,
Their lips so close, her sexual breath, hair of silk breezes round gracious neck.

I hold her close as close can be & through my eyes I show her love.
Her contact’s warm & she pleases me, her smile’s alight & she is mine.

Fabric rises & tickles encroach, angel excites & with me she’s content,
Mastered by the foolish one, we love & kiss & playful games are made & won.

Love is king in secret, hidden moments of playful layers,
I long for the game to forever last & fingers kiss forever more.

– I am God with her.

© 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

To HER, my secret fantasy.

That I sit and dream in a world where no-one knows.
Or cares.
Or shows the appetite of sweet delight which grows & swirls
Within my mind.

& there you’ll find,
The truest form of sweet devotion & strong desired, desperate emotion attached to the woman who plays within my mind.

& love.

Love,
A taste of such sweet fair consumption
Attractive thoughts of heart’s eruption.
Which plays upon the soul of her who does not know.
Although,
Perhaps despite crazed words I send, she’ll fend off modes of longing holds!
Oh, these arms which yearn to purr and curl her up with man’s fine grip
& sip the fragrance of her naked form!
A warm, sensual, perfumed delight with which I ponder deeply through the night
& smiles they blaze!

& raze from depths a man despaired, who thinking of his girl, he cares
& shares
With the whole wide world of man.
A snippet of the love and deeds which forge & gorge upon the wonder of a beauty known

& here I’ve shown…
in multiple rants and worships for my girl of love
That I do love
& how I love!

A love which if unknown and secret kept
Would force the angels of the gods which wept
To have danced and frolicked and sung their golden tunes
Between the stars of love and lover’s moon!

& smile.
& love.
The two resulting products of this flow.
Sent in secret to now an angel known.

& between the world & you who can tell her so & true
That man who worships, lives in love and honesty my dear,
for you.

~ a secret moment at work in which SHE enters my mind and smiles & love it blooms & wants! Oh to kiss that girl of such sweet beauty! Another night of joy would please!
© ed simkins

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

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

My Secret Girl Of Smiles

My sweet angel of skin, who delivers insane names & sacks of drugs in thoughts,
I lust, or love, or jest in smiles which take hold of wearied face & flattens them against the air beneath your lips
& worship hips upon which I hold my fingers told of want & sex & pointed need.
Hunger burns in the heart of man when trousers black fall from graceful legs
& film themselves tumbling like ash upon the floor,
Once more I turn & see her tender chest,
Rest & best I see her curves,
I yearn & sweet angel moves in slender grooves towards my mind.
In gentle plays it’s then I find my will has spilled in chattered talk across the waves of breath to kiss her sweet, sweet, succulent lips.

Remove those barriers of frozen glass I say!
Such a day that lust takes hold & white veil rips across her gentle chest.
At best I sing which such sweet happy clarity
That neither she nor me perform other than actions of silly & informal chat.
Oh I fall for her & die in smiling tides of bliss & eternal crazed devotion.
I see the motion of her hot neck turn in slow & pretty folds.
Oh that I could touch & hold!

Such is want my friend, that at the end of a conversation held in chapel known of work,
That happy jerk declared his love & found her laughing in such funny ways that,
oh my days, I cried in love & awful bliss.
I repeat the word & turn to you, what else to say,
but that she was my angel in the way she held me there, & how I care!
So stunning, so funny,
That dreams implored to cross the floor & sweep her off the feet & beat her failed partner to the joy of heaven
as we talked & talked & then we walked some more.

Oh, that I am a happy & a smiling man,
Her secret friend, devoted fan.
So cute, so sweet, an edible design, a dream of womanhood, a girl so fine.
A shining gambit of beautiful thoughts…a simple night…of lessons taught…
or learned & echoes earned in playful fun.
…I long for her.
Earth to sun.

~ so adorable, so divine…I wish I could place my words & thoughts & dreams before 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