Temptress On Bed

The anti-Christ sits on her bed jealous and scared.
Her blood red hair fires thoughts of prehistoric passion
Gems align her dark in bedazzling arrays of love & lust.
She tells me how much she aches for deeds to be done, but motivation lacks within.

I rest cross legged before her, smiling and pondering on the meaning of life.
I came to her in the middle of the night & now it’s half past evening.
Thursday’s downpour continues at the entrance of the cave
I cleaned her room in fits of boredom, God had ventured too far away to beseech.

Her name is silent, for I can not tell you the secret of my desire, though she is beauty & I miss her when she’s not around.
She’s plucking at her nails & I’m lost in space.
Pictures of the past decorate her home.
My perfect match in many ways.

A vest of innocence drapes across her delicate chest, beads of hope lie delicately upon her bed of hate.
I kissed her once, in a land and dream far, far away. I was younger then.
But I returned.
For the stillness of my life request constant feeding.
I ache for her.

I’m hungry. & tired. & stolen. & lost. & I ponder how I can seduce her now.
But the anti-Christ doesn’t care. She gives no love.
All woman perhaps, with the beauty of her youth intact, but cruel.
Like every woman I’ve ever met. Dishonest & brutish in the realities of the day.

& so I sit estranged. My beautiful, delicious, fresh, young temptress bathed in red.
I hold her hand & I know my limitations. For this is as far as I go.
Blissful girl with braided locks destroys my heart & the whispers of the storm ride high & circle
I love her. But she does not know.

I want to taste her.

But she is now far away.

~ thoughts of the golden one turn to fate.
© ed simkins 2015

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Fading

My heart is stuck & glued & bolted fast like planks upon the roof of my old house
Attached to you.

I write to you.

A buffoon of sixty-four & twenty-two, a guy, a girl & something true
all the thrills you give to me.
& far beyond the sacred tones of pleasantry
& dreams persist.

You take no stake in knowing that these eyes which look upon your naked face,
smiles & dreams & longs for you.
Believes in you.
Screams for you!

I, The man next door, or secret bore.
Or friend unknown or thoughtless count.
A rich man seen
In discarded time.

Girl, Stand before & let me show the world & all of you that I desire & wish & breathe & pause for you.

But you’re moving on.
& more I die.
A tear shed.
The broken cry.

Imagine that the world were books & I could speak my mind & look
Upon those lips which smile & eyes which shine in glee.
& stories bold would I tell to thee!
How much I love.

Or arms in those moments in which you freeze, would I gently squeeze & spark your heart, if I were just a happy part of the world you own.
Instead, bemoan.
& lonely aches echo across a silent page in lover’s rage.
For I want you girl. I always have.

& I see your face.
I worship you.
I’m in awe of you.
Besmitten & in need of you.

Your pretty face. Your luscious skin, Your cheeky eyes I wander in.
I smile & laugh & seek to kiss,
A slow, sweet teasing invitation miss
But love remains untold & secret desire will soon turn cold
For as winter flicks its deadly knife & takes you far away from life
I’ll slowly fade from thoughts you see & my eyes will lose their hope for thee.
But I bid you well,
That you should live
But not without this love I give.

~ i see her drifting further and further away & she doesn’t know of how much i care.
(c) Ed Simkins 2015

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

& I wish that you were mine!

The perfect one has stained my mind,
With a cerebral night of bliss
Her sacred eyes, her tender form
Her fresh sweet lips which kissed

I lie here naked in the morning star
A smile upon my face
Her pleasant ways & charming wit
Have shot me into space!

My world is rocked each time she plays
She sings & smiles & talks
She sets me free with words which speak
– We’re a pair of impish dorks!

I grin insane, I laugh today
I see her in my mind
A girl of beauty, charm & fun
I want her all the time!

Angelic frame & youthful stance
This memory I hold
Delicious face & sterling jest
A girl of smiling soul.

Reduced to silly rhymes of dreams
I latch onto these thoughts
These memories of nights of bliss
That angel sent has brought.

I sigh, I sigh & sigh again
At the fun of which she brings
& heart erupts in giddy joy
I hear the heavens sing!

I care no little that ramble cries
In un-poetic form
Cause I’m sat here smiling dear sweet friends,
On a calm & sunny morn

I try so hard to relive those deeds,
Those moments shared in bliss
& dream that as we spoke in smiles
we played & gently kissed.

Her pretty face, her gentle ways
Bring alive my ageing heart
& passion never knew of lust,
I hate when we’re apart!

We dance & laugh & fun is had
& secret winks are shared
I love our moments lost in space
I love when dreams are paired

I could talk & pray & continue on
I could never un-love this girl
Who affects me so & sends me mad
& sets my heart a-whirl!

So tell me stop, or I will stay
& talk of love & awkward charms
& send a million prayers to God
To see her in my arms.

Oh dreams will flow that I do hold
In mind which sees her so
& I proclaim my love for her, my sweet,
A seed of grace I sow

I stand before the world at large,
& with truth, I tell to thee,
I love this girl & all her ways,
My girl I wish she’d be.

I find it hard to imagine life,
Without her smiling face
& know that one sad, tragic day
She’ll leave without a trace.

So tell her god, & tell her now,
That love already waits
That i, this fool, would love her so,
Whatever it would take.

~ To Her. My dream. My smiling, wonderful…dream. You are perfect & beautiful. & I adore you so, so very, very much. I love you. I love you with all my heart.

© ed simkins

yogini lust

Her perfect breasts remind me of my youth & smile
Teeth marks left in swan white neck
Dreams seduce in secret beats
I stand there, my favourite girl undressed

Her golden skin illuminates my soul
Curved & lean & market fresh
I laugh & smile with childish delight
i sense in several thousand ways

her braided hair my eyes desire
alluring lead to back which arcs
& curves that swim to pleasant shores
To touch or kiss a ticket bought

Arousal built in dream transpired
The way she moves it kills me off
Lust is born in naked thrust
I long to wrap her up in love

I smile a devils thought & deed
She knows not of the hidden strength
Her fragile arms will beseech me now
As lips will meet in pleasant touch

I caress her face & worship her
I bite & tear & play with her
She squirms in mocking fight & screams
But beads will roll in heated bliss

I watch her smile as she breaks my name
& entry forced in desert sand
Pinned her down & power grown
This naked beauty, dream of mine

She speaks no sound & I will love
The desire of such a perfect form
Where tongue or eyes or tender hands
Will flow like rivers roam

I see her there, a stranger yet
I’m seeking to strip & tear her clothes
To see her lustful ache & moan
Embarrassed sighs will take.

As rest becomes & girl is worn
I write her secret words of love
I kiss her lips & roses left
My eyes do gleam upon her youth.

& bid repeat in sacred ways
Where love will grow inside her heart
& tell her now of thoughts insane
Addiction dealt with naked girl

~ I saw her body there before me; how I long! HOW I long!
© ed simkins

Undressed by Desire

Velvet seduction of naked skin,
sweet sensation smooth & warm.
flowing, curving, tears of joy
well within her arms & smile.
She seduces me.

I breath in deep & content,
a glowing ember of love flickers merrily,
happily across my evening face.
I dance in skips of joy,
I love her.

A much used phrase
but what choice do I have
but to recount the deliciousness of her naked body?
Slow, careful hands
unfolded clothes which hung on frame of angel tight.

She smiled a spring meadow smile.
Colours of radiance kissing her cheeks of youth.
I love that sight.
She undresses further.
& so I sigh

in golden clasps of tortured delight I want her.
& here she is.
unburdening the prison of her robes. Such joy!
She combs back hair that gentle breezes blow & heart will ache.
Flesh of ear excites & profile stuns.

Her neck of fire awaiting kiss.
Her eyes sparkle,
champagne pools of nervous fun.
I’m ready to pull her close & wrap her tight.
Entranced I am

With curves which lead & flow like rivers sprung from mountain youth,
swirling, curling,
leading me astray & lush.
I trace her body lean,
firm, tender, feminine & my heart erupts.

Girl undressed, she stands there naked
Angel in glasses worn, she smiles.
& pain of man will worship her.
Soothing kiss will wrap there tender prayers across her body.
Fires alight in every pore.

She shines. Oh how she shines!
& this girl will surely be loved!
Allow me love & this girl will sweat & happiness mix with strong desire.
She pleases me.
& all with sight from stunning eyes.

I need her kiss & madness hence then will now begin!
I smile.
& dream.
A fragrant bliss
I wish her naked now before me.

~ just a daydream about a sweet luscious sexy girl I know.
© ed simkins

In Love with a friend (a letter to Her).

I need now to stop you. I need your attention.
I have the ears of the world but it’s yours that I seek.
I have something to say & it burns me right through.
I love you.
Seriously. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.  & it’s killing me so!

From the moment you walked in when your smile lit my heart
I cried & I knew, My face danced in joy!
These are the things that you set upon me
& I want to tell you but I know that I can’t.
So here to the world, & I scream through my heart…I love you.
…I love you!

You dolled up your face & you shook up my heart, a sexed up Lolita with a razor sharp tongue.
You laughed & you smiled & my knees they were weak, but I kept it together & I set your life free.
You came & we spoke & I sang with my passion, you held on my arm & we danced & we spun,
We giggled & we chatted & we conquered the night, & the success that you brought I owe in such honour.
So I love you my girl. I love you so much!

Your lipstick of scarlet seduced my young heart, as your hair in a plait softened my fear
Your perfect pink cheeks, alive like a fire, sparkling with warmth & the radiance naïve
& your Cleopatra eyes, which entrance, pull me in, I can’t tell you the secrets that stand behind mine,
These smiles you induce & the passion inside. Your clothes left unripped & your smile not yet kissed
You tell me of others & I stand there a friend, but I’m your slave don’t you see, & I’ve fallen for you!
& I’d scream your sweet name if only to attract, & I’d hold you beside for a second too long
For your dreams I desire, you love is my goal, but friendship averts such knowledge of these thoughts
& these smiles that you share or your eyes when we meet, In golden moments alone when the rest they don’t think
& In these seclusions I undress you, in these seconds that we kiss,
& in our asides i pretend that your flirting or more, I pretend you’re seducing & I’m begging, encore
Cause I need you, I want you & I’m screaming out loud, I love you desire, Its love that I’ve found.

The moments we share are bliss for my heart, you’re the drug that I’d kill for, The fuel for these words
When will you see that you’re the goddess I request, the girl of my dreams, I love you the best,
I love you my friend & I wish that you knew. I wish that you’re beauty could stay in my life
& smile for me more & never will regret, These moments together, & these days that we get.

Girl…
I love you. With all of your beauty, I love you.

~ written for the sweetest, prettiest, most fun, most desirable girl that I know. I adore you so, so much & so completely. I’m a fool but I love.
© ed simkins

Unseen by You.

The numbness of your thoughts.

Lips which speak of other men & break

The dreams I hold within, behind this mask.

I feel the pain.

I sink to feet.

My fire burns but no smoke seen – you cannot see.

You have no clue this love I hold; I yearn for you.

A ghost I am. Mischievous, amusing, blind & drunk.

You ignore me so. It kills.

You slit my wrists with paine of childish dismissal.

Fourteen again & treated so.

You hold my hand. But to you this is jest, not love for me.

You take my name & throw it round the rooms we play.

I long for you.

But you run right past.

I smile for you.

A fool. His muse.

I feel the weariness of love appear & conquer me.

& Numbness holds.

I want you.

I wish you knew.

That other man whose name you brandish like golden finds, what care he for you?

Nothing!

– Nothing.

But I my friend. I my smiling pretty, goofy, unashamed in ignorance, blissful girl,

I adore.

The softness of your touch which melts my skin & drains my brain in mush for you.

Or that waist which calls & screams for my hands to be emboldened & take you there.

Undress your clothes & sense the silkiness of your curves alone.

I long for you.

& though my kisses would range from slow to hunger, your smile would I confess each day fuels my mind.

But you talk of him!

As if god were more important than the joys of someone close who worships you.

You’re killing me!

& I see you do not care or know.

You put me down in words of jest & compete in ways with me that time will test.

Another touch of hand.

Warm, smooth, innocent ecstasy. A frivolous desire.

I burn for you; a crimson fire.

You push me far, & I can’t break through!

I m drunk in the words I write for you.

I wish that girl could love or kiss

Then aching yearning would I miss & dreams fulfilled.

Snuggled up with naked child who smiled.

I dream of you.

Perhaps one day you’ll call for me instead.

~ On being with my girl. She speaks but does not see.

© ed simkins

“I love you.”

Tell her.
Tell her how I feel inside.
See me cry with pained & scarlet truth.
Watch the rivers flower.

I speak no lie.
A broken man who dies. Eyes which burn & seek & yearn.
Tears roll. & merge with words.
I wish she knew.
I wish that guts were things that changed the world for me,
For mine would spill in granted defeat if only doors would open wide & smile.

I love you.
Your beauty sings.
Each delicate movement, each perfect feature born
You steal my breath.
You ignore my being.

I sleep alone, a ghost in clothes. A memory served with forgotten jest.
Deleted pictures burnt.
How I‘d change the world if god existed or controlled the world the way he should.

& Virgin youth.
With moistened lips & soft curved face. She pains me so; unwelcome frustration.
I cannot take the fruits I seek. Nor pin her down & tender love be made.
Metal bars surround her.
Teased desire.

What use is love?
Or lust?
Or want or dreams?
Abandoned night without her here. I bruise from day to day.
I seek her smiles.
I seek her kiss.
A long, slow, tender, sweet, delicious taste. Her soft young lips which play & shake, her nervous bite.
These the things I know of well.
For each night I dream of you my love. of how in love, in paired embrace, you and I would stay.
Long & take & question why.
that this feeling found, this sensation now
could not, should not, will not last a thousand years.

For if only you knew.
That I love you.
So tell her that from me.
Tell her.
“I love you”

~ When I think of the girl of my dreams.

© Ed Simkins

Rejected

failure. defeat. ridicule & anger.
loathing. hatred. Misery & anger.
death. destruction. denied & rage.
vilified. Ostracized. Putrefied page

Wounded. sore. Broken. Dead.
Solemn. Dejected. Rejected. Unwed.
Overwhelmed. Tired. Shattered & glum.
hurting. furious. stupid & dumb.

risking my neck, broken became
intellectual virgin, hiding in shame,
a puppy with sad eyes, butt of a joke.
on opening, a dream, stuttering i spoke.

in darkness, in public, i fell in her flames
escaping in carriage, i sit here ashamed
i tried to communicate, i tried to make bonds
instead i’m a criminal, an evil old con.

failure i said, failure i declare
where is the someone who says they will care.
her pleasantries & nature disfigured her pain
as she ran from the attentions of the mentally insane.

for me there’s no hope, a failure complete
born always, you’ll see, to beat a retreat.
i will die here alone, & in my dreams i will see
nothing but illusions of sad reality.

in which God’s hate is true & my pain is prolonged
& where each day i love, fate does me wrong.
So I sit in the darkness & write out my thoughts
Illustrate the effects of the love I have sought.

~  Above the parapet of life i stretched my head….Result? – a nasty wound to the heart!

(c) Ed Simkins