Girl not there.

Window reflects a waiting man,
With collar tight & hat pulled down.
The wind is up & the rain falls fast,
A heavy heart & nervous cast.
Lady vanished or not to face,
As Man stares glumly out at space.
In minutes past his life has changed,
The woman loved has left today.
He waits for bus, he waits for cars,
But puddles rise in waves of stars.
Sunken feeling as lover’s part,
His beauty elsewhere, plays no part.
His clothes soak through & night time calls,
As Moon ascends & Sunday falls.
He‘d hoped to win her through & more,
To see her smile & see love soar.
To dance with her & ask her out,
To tell her feelings or maybe shout.
For as you know, Man’s heart is true,
But broken now, in black & blue,
A simple dream he seeks to own,
To watch in arms desire grown.
But fate has come & intervened,
With sadness found; Shakespearean scene.
Where Romeo finds his princess dead
& lets these things mess with worried head,
& so to cave the man returns,
Writing of a love that burns.
He sits on down & music plays,
In repetition, pain delayed.
False hope my friends bares man no scars,
But bows its head to evening stars.
Tomorrow soon, perhaps he’ll ask,
& find himself in love’s true task,
Man may try, when eyes will see,
Her pretty face, her smiling glee.
& look upon the charms of missing girl,
& discover then, if love unfurls.
Til then He hides & plans his dreams,
Perhaps tomorrow in love He’ll be.

~ No sign of her, but the butterflies persist.

© Ed Simkins

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a fool & his merry mind / a yoga girl in red

fire started when i saw your eyes, my happy heart stuttered.

hours passed before i found the words & thoughts of dreams connected broke.

i smile. a fool & his merry mind.

in dreams.

many have i had since red shirt spoke, she laughed & i was gone.

her complexion fresh, untouched by age. my fingers sought to touch.

i smiled. emblazoned name upon her breast. a name unknown repeats within.

captured moments electrified my heart. still i feel the buzz.

will you ever know the dreams behind these eyes? would you ever read these honest words?

i breath. a deep, happy sigh that fueled the drugs you fed me.

you stayed there. so many questions asked. so many dreams unfurled.

pleasant brilliance & a glowing reputation, you own the world you see. & i sigh once more.

i could dance with you. i love your body. much have i seen already.

& i long.

for desire burns & hunger flames. a simple dream of knowing more. would that God could grant such deeds & dreams.

& I imagine.

for i like your nature. i like the way you stand.

i like your pretty face & the way you scream.

you made me smile.

Could I ask you out? Steal you company & see you more?

We know the answers now, but still I dream.

For fools in caves have nothing but time.

~ Yoga girl met in a happy surprise. & yes, I’m aware of the secret hypocrisy!

(c) Ed Simkins

A Waterfall Of Thoughts

dreams are strange idylls of time, which flitter & flutter through my mind.

peaceful waterfalls flow & ebb like time itself, i walk through gardens of sensual fantasies.

you smile in dutch, i smile in french & the world itself dances & sings.

i hear myself in music blown, like symphonies of old on majestic sky, raising stages.

earth’s crust melts in heated nights, each man abducts & loves his woman.

lingerie falls, like leaves from autumnal trees, & the echos of virgin sighs pleases me.

how can i ask for more than reality to bite or for these dreams of mine to occur?

i sit here naked; a newborn Bern. easily at home within this stolen painted cave.

thoughts repeat as i ask my question, & stories told return once more.

no sign of the prettiest girl, no sexual smile, no delicious warning signs.

the loins are cold, unwanted toys, imagination plays upon her crimson dress.

money that i own, i pay for you, a rich man’s pimp who buys for pleasure.

a day of motions without unrest or meaningless stress, night draws near.

bolted locks are crossed & fused, man entrapped in simple solitude.

rambling thoughts & precious deeds revealed in abused amazement.

brain empty, sugar spent. a neutral colour now. i rest my head.

~ just thinking & reviewing my day, my hopes, my dreams, my wishes & being at peace

(c) Ed Simkins

Travel Fights The Burning Heart

If love were real then dreams would flow,
And silent tears alone would know,
That smoke & hate are haggard’s thoughts,
From rounded women that money bought.
I’d turn to see my golden child,
My pretty girl with pretty smile.
Imagination keeps her there,
In pleasant place where all men stare.
Adventure calls to far off lands,
With dainty girls & youthful hands,
Orange sun & crazy laughs,
Midnight feasts & camping drafts,
I’ll freeze to death in roadside grass,
Unknown to secret lovers past.
I dream of one who love admires,
The girl who lights my yearning fire,
& there she is; naked, toned,
Fantasies, orgasmic moans,
Whose playful whim, which sparkles so,
& teasing actions that makes things grow.
But plane arrives in Amsterdam,
This girl I leave, her biggest fan,
For if I believed in marriage told,
I’d live with her til I was old,
We’d travel much & love much more,
We’d see the Alps & Pacific shore,
Each bridge we’d cross, I’d stop her still,
& kiss her lips & smile in thrill.
Travel becomes a girl so young,
Like music set to sensual song,
We’d sway in June & sleep in May,
Caress her body each gentle day,
Her warmth in soul it radiates,
& fills my heart with love that aches.
& as I plan & flight will take,
Alone I leave, though not forsake,
That precious dream who resides in me,
How I’d travel with her if love could be.
For call me mad, or call me fool,
God lets me dream, though he is cruel,
I wish to love that naked spark,
& leave this love within her heart.
So let me settle with maiden dear,
& I‘d travel not with distant fear.

~ Happy Travel coming, but I dream so much of HER.
© Ed Simkins

Away From War

I cuddle close & soft light smiles.

An end to war & violent fights.

Talk exists but weary minds,

Each is silent, fast asleep.

They hold their arms, entwined in rest.

As closing punches end the day.

The tanks & knives & punches thrown.

Are grief, relief & wishful bleeding.

Thoughts of naked girl that drives you mad,

Repeat apologies, for mind still plagued.

Returning home through wars across the global page,

I wish I’d find her pleasant form all wrapped in love & mine upstairs.

I’d slumber walk & lie beside,

I’d taste her breathe, perfume inhale.

Her eyes would glisten, her body heat,

Fingers flow through silken hair,

Her youthful skin would make me smile

Her tender touch, her cherished crown

I’d kiss that girl who hides from wars

Who sends me smiles instead of death,

As bullets pass & evil calls,

I lie close & naked within her grasp.

In mind I’m safe & baby warm,

Her sleeping picture, tonight’s protection.

A final breath & a sensual kiss,

With Man & Girl in peaceful rest.

~ I wish she were beside me. I would just hold her close.

© Ed Simkins

Fantasy For Trade

An Angel sits; a golden girl,
Now released by man of war.
A token shirt, of white and flesh,
A virgin body to which I press,
A tongue, a kiss, a stolen thought,
& with my fingers, lesson’s taught.
Undress so slow & tease my loins,
Five hundred pounds in hard earned coins.
A damsel young, with fresh skinned hips,
Her sensual body & scarlet lips.
She leads me on by sitting there,
Her face so young, her eyes don’t care.
In many ways I take her soul,
This sweet girl maiden, taken whole.
She bites her lips, her gums they bleed,
Her young sweet body, filled with seed.
She scars my skin with nails and blood,
Her tears and sweat; erotic flood.
She grinds and screams, her moans excite,
Erotic dance in red flamed light.
Her skirt is bathed in human waste,
Whilst mouth suggests my body’s taste.
I hold her close and stroke her hair,
Across her back, to delicious lair.
She smiles and sighs and her body’s wrapped,
In lustful arms, though now I’m sapped.
Candles burn and sleep consumes,
Man and girl in stolen room.
We lie there now, and love it burns,
Her childish body for money earned.

~ No reason for this; just inspired by TS singing White Blank Page!

(c) Ed Simkins

Choices Are Made

minutes tick past and the child is unborn.

ropes and buttons and machines lie around.

the parents are angry, maybe they killed,

they didn’t care, didn’t know, Christ, they didn’t deserve.

i stand there and watch and i watch her rejoice

that a life filled with hatred is a lucky escape.

she looked up to me and questioned my position,

& i replied in soft whispers, & told her i agreed.

for what use is a parent who argues and lies,

ones without brains that adds no formation,

cannot answer a challenge, or be there with such smiles,

& like death in a shroud, i lifted the baby,

i took her outside and i showed her the clouds.

i showed her the droplets & i showed her the land,

i tickled and she giggled, she laughed and she learned,

she picked up a book and together we read.

we watched the stars and the planets, and traveled the world,

we made money and ate, sung badly and danced.

she learned how to cook and she played all the games,

she bought a new camera & photographed her life,

she fell in love and made love to a beautiful man.

then one day in winter, i took her back home,

we stood by her parents and stared in their eyes.

she asked them of their struggle and questioned them why,

for why burdens were passed, whey they continued to hate,

why they had unhealthy babies, and buried her with such fate.

she walked away slowly, and left a picture of her own,

of a child of her own, who she loved and she praised,

of one who was clever because she’d given her such time,

that her love and her brains and imagination did grow,

that the cycle was broken and a human was born,

who was perfect in ways that no-one could foresee,

& all just because,  i took the decision to stand in

& i ask of the world, & of the god who stands by

when will these humans learn to teach life.

~ After spending a day entertaining my nephews 🙂

(c) Ed Simkins

The three daughters of God

Number one was the girl in the pink bikini. a delicious little swimmer in her first flush of love.

she smiled and cried as i kissed her lips. i couldn’t help but hold her down.

she teased me with her wriggling hair. wet & long & her legs so slim.

the thinnest bands of marshmallow pink. a tiny ribbon that fluttered by her side.

& her eyes and smiles – such sweet perfection! she swam to me and her arms flowed round.

such were nimble dreams and sweet innocence.

Number two was god; she knew my name. i kissed her skin and i wished she knew how much i loved her.

she told me of her news & my tears fell. she’s leaving soon for my fate is ill.

her tender breasts and perfect hair, her painted feet and ad hoc nails; she makes me laugh.

she turns me over and breaks my heart. a rolling mess of desire. i long for her.

i wish to taste a strong embrace, i’d keep her happy if she only knew.

but lines are drawn and the words are wrong. one minute i’m king, the next i’m not.

& Number 3 is the girl who killed. the girl who fled. the one who banished life and slit her wrists.

whether the darkness takes over, i cannot tell, but the car is packed and these streets may pass.

i will stand at her door and worship god. the way he hates, the way he tears this man apart.

i will kiss her as she sleeps, as i always do. & wish that she were mine this night.

such are the dreams i hold on this Valentines day.

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~ the three most important girls in my life

(c) Ed Simkins

when the rain falls inside

your tears fill my bed with pain

your pretty little face destroys me

kills me.

a simple ending to a pleasant night.

your naked skin beautifies the room.

a soft red light warms.

i brush your cheek with the gentlest of hands

& your silken tear forces me to shed my pain.

we sit in silence.

a self-destructive mess no end in sight.

a single kiss would end such pain

a sweet smile to close the book.

i hold you close and feel you shake

a shudder aches in each stolen sob.

i question you and ask you why

i remember the fights that came before.

i ask the world outside to save our souls

to end the bitterness that now exists.

your skin so smooth its cold and shakes

frustrated mind that lashes out.

how can i save myself or you?

i need your love and that is all

i can’t see why you must go.

your innocence frightens me

& my careless talk destroys you.

i ask once more and silence falls

a humbled pause that stops my breath

a broken car that will not start

a tortured love that fell apart.

~ she walked away in tears

(c) Ed Simkins

unattainable love

i hear your voice and the sickness inside roars forth. it rips my head.

such heavy tears that fill my mind and break my soul. i claw the air.

i feel the space where you used to be and i hold your dress, repeat your loss.

i see the grave of flowers that you left behind and the sky draws in. closes in.

i need your hand, i need my shoulder felt, i need you close.  i need support.

but my heart is worn. for the nights are long & the days so barren

an evening’s darkness feels so cold. i miss your charms.

these dreams, these sights i see of you, they throw up dust and sting my eyes,

i feel the pain. i miss you babe.

the cold wraps around me like death and twisted fate, a slow strong clasp that brings me down.

& in my mind i see you smile.

& i know i can never touch your body.  just let you walk, just let you play,

and i sit there girl, i sit outside,

i sit & watch the world walk by and the seasons change and i see you grow, i see you change.

i remember the time we held our hands and the games we played & the kisses we shared

the looks you gave, the smiles you made, the songs we loved, the times we craved.

these tears they roll because you’re not here. & you don’t care.

you took your life and the world has changed. our daughters grown and flown the nest

in these seats are ghosts and love is just a name.

i saw your face today and my world crashed in.  the tears broke forth and i’m anxious now.

my breath is short & the end feels close.

i wished we could dance and kiss once more. & then some more. & then some more.

but the pain folds in and crashes me, the emptiness of a life without

i just want to hold your face my girl and see you once again with me.

& then again & again & again & again…   x

~ such are my dreams of the untouched, untouchable one.

(c) Ed Simkins