How long the devil plays!

Lust
& Fire
Scarlet temptress stands naked, alone.
Sweet, soft curving rear
Fingers touch & moan.

Cravings for her virgin tears
Smiles of nerves explore.
Demon’s madness wander
Pushing deep towards her core.

Undressed, so young
These silent moments matter.
Intense burdens of their love
Against her heart will shatter.

Tiptoed ballerina stance
& lips of bitten thought.
Encourage longings old
For the touch he’s always sought.

Held in perfect strokes & hand
Slowness is the devil’s deed.
Her perfect, sensual posterior held
With hidden power & lustful greed.

Silence.
Perfect ear shattering silence.
His fingers explore, caress in silence
Pure gem of love is stroked
Gateway opened, broken, violence.

– with love comes lust
© ed simkins 2016

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To you My love

Smiles.
Laughter.
Fingers
Dance along her rail road back.

Holding beauty soft entrapped.

A secret map.

Her actions twisted by the midday sun.
Loving lost through creature’s fun.

Hair caressed.
Smile lit.
Stealth is practiced
Bit by bit.

She plays & sings
Her feet upon my soul
Stealing kisses soft
Heart is empty, blackened hole.

There she flirts
& fingers play their merry dance
Words excite & capture
Normality entranced.

I hold her close & whisper
Sweet illusions pronounced
Girl is bittersweet love indeed
Cheer leader coached.

World tonight descends in madness of the mass
Designed to hide the crippled heart I wear
Conveying secret love I hold for her
Truth to her I swear.

– though I love I apologise
© ed simkins 2016

Secret Moments

Seductive illusion of the heart
Dreams cascade through eyes which gaze
I take her hand & play
Caress her skin so smooth & soft,
I plead in want.

Words ramble forth & back, collide
Lips which seek to kiss control their minds but ache
I long for her!
Hands urge her on, closer tidings bound
Her pleasing waist greets my touch.

& then in silent mood & unseen game
We close without a spoken word & press
Hands position & tease the bodies arc to fall
Forward, forward onto mighty dreams
Urgent connection made, but slow in secret movement.

The world surrounds & angel laughs & fringe of beauty flicked from face
Her tender body exclusive to my wanton hand
I caress her fine young spine & dreams explode
She smile & ignores as she’s pressed against my hungry thought
Erotic charges fill my mind with great desire.

I kiss her softly, her giggling mind playing with mine
I smile in worship, her fantastic body hot below
I want her here forever close & tight to touch
Time slows & cares abandoned
I love this girl, this girl of mine.

– such that dreams exist!
© ed simkins 2016

Sat Beside

I cant resist
I had to see her.
I had to glide around & around the crowd to look unconcerned
Just to see her.

& once the random acts of kindness were perceived by all I rested upon the chair beside her.
& said nothing.
For she knew I was there.
& she smiled.

As she spoke in soft pleasurable tones, her words tickling the world with delight
I gazed upon the beauty of her face.
An artist with his gentle muse
& she smiled.

I drifted blissfully, her perfect face my ocean for the day.
Freckled pools & white reflections
Lips of youth & graceful hair
My eyes skipped across her soft serenity.
& I smiled.

I leant in. To breath her in, absorb her very being. To taste the sweet scent of love.
Heady with desire I paused to kiss her soft fresh skin
My eyes studying every mark, every pore, every whimsy of her perfect face.
Every curve perceived with majesty & beauty.
I caressed her chin & smiled.

In moments of crazy conversation & horrid crowds, I held her gaze.
Flirting wildly, she became my pet.
A kitten reaching out and jesting against the cotton ball, she played against my face with such sweet tenderness.
& proximity & desire drew us ever in.

Oh sweet Lord, my unfaithful & most dishonest friend, I love her.
That all these ghosts which surround & with wrathe conspire,
Let me hold my darling close upon my heart-felt need.
For she smiles with the glimmer of the midday sun,

& I leave a kiss with finger reached & stroke the gentle arc of nose & chin.
I wish her well & thank her for her human smiles.
Misery consumes when the love I seek departs
& again I sit alone & dream of her.

– Moments with my love
© ed simkins 2016

Apology or ecstasy?

Apology or ecstasy?
A transcript of the midnight mass.
I held her.
Erotic spine stroked by fingers of the nerveless one.

So she smiled.
Warming of the heart began.
A troubled time in life.
Thoughts eroded by her naked skin beneath.

I caressed her.
Love was charging through the veins of fire.
Secrets in all its confused ways.
Secrets hidden trough manipulation.

I kissed her.
Crimson lips bled with the heat of desire.
Soft tenses mounted through the closing moments.
The snake bit its selected gem.

Shuddered nights of eternal bliss.
Hair of silk lies covered on his skin.
Chatter blankets every sordid deed with guilt.
But love enjoys its midday mass.

– uncontrolled & rambling.
© ed simkins

In That Moment

i touched her.

Had to.
Needed to.
Wanted to.

i wished she wanted me to.

i convinced myself.

i ignored myself.

i held her.

So sweetly I looked at her.
Gazed at her.
Dreamt of her.

i wanted to kiss her.

Her skin is so inviting.
So smooth.
So pale.
Pure.

& her eyes engage me.
Captivate me.
Lure me.
Tease me.

i caress her.

She ignores me.
i question myself.
But still I caress her.

& i’m lost.

– dreams blur my reality.
© ed simkins 2016