Her Perfect Bum

The perfect bum sits cupped within my gold struck hand
Unannounced, but smiling, & perhaps a little planned.
Delectable firmness of the perfect butt.
Grinning smiles hidden within the daily rut.
Escape was on & this was it
Curving tenderness, firm & fit.
The things I’d like to do to her, to each pert little cheek
To Stroke, caress, to search & seek
Find the valley that leads deep within
Corrupting her, creating sin.
I held her there for the longest time
Knowing she loved me, that she was mine.
My loins they tingle, I’m searching for her flesh once more
I’m lost to addiction & I seek no cure
I’m happy here, her ghost cheeks small & veiled
Despite her clothing, tight & nailed.
I can’t break in, but I surely would
if only it was she & I – I know I could!
But the voices of the masses were loud & many
& my confidence, well I aint any!
Still, I held her close & I stroked her bum
My best friend in smiles, my perfect chum!
My hands are happy, my palms still grinning
My mind is smiling, my heart is sinning.
The sense of her in my hopeful hands
Adds further delusions to this longing man.

– smiles upon the sinful soul 
© ed simkins 2016

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From These Eyes Of Desire

Her naked body lies secretly beneath her warm & frustratingly closed & layered garments.
I bite her waist.
I stand before her & tell her, ask her, of the world which surrounds.
I slide my fingers carefully across her tender skin.
She is smiling & ignorant.
Or thoughtful & caring & in love.

I pull her forth.
Firm hands grasping at her waist. She laughs.
Vixen or innocent in her scarlet robes.
I love the colour red.

Her perfect chest invites me.
Kisses of desire stretch across her Saharan desert.
A rain of lust dashing along her dunes.
We laugh.
& giggle. & her ecstasy & innocence confirm my want.

I pull her closer.
A perfect cheek caressed & fitting into each of my hands.
I love this girl.
I love her smile.
Her encouragement of me.
I detest my weakness.
But love & lust buckle & squirm & I want to fuck this girl.
I’m hers.
& her perfectly buttoned clothes resist my thoughts.

I cup her face & smile.
I want to grab her hair & make her mine.
Submit.
But I let her go.
We love each other but the world is watching.
& the world is a master so cruel.

We hug & wave goodbye.
For Love is not of this world it seems.

– I want her
© ed simkins 2016

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

6 Hours Around Her.

I kiss her.
In every moment
In every sight
In every thought I share with her
I kiss her.

But I can not tell or say or intimate.
I am mute to her friendship
I am mute to my fate.
Mute to the needs of having her around.
I’ve fallen for the perfect one.

She stands there A.M & the day begins
Conversation held & soft skin touched & cool.
She giggles as the story of her night unfolds
& I am hers completely.
The crowd surrounds but knows no the truth of us.

Break in work & she’s through to help.
She stands beside & teases me
She smiles & laughs & her words they pour.
Her perfect ways surround me now
& my bubble exists because of her.

But Manager storms on through with grim clouds grey
Rain storms fall & drown my joy.
Doors are locked & now she is gone
Emptiness completes the distraught scene.
Marooned alone I’m dying.

I see the future, kiss & taste the silence.
There’s no fun, no joy, no screaming madness.
Her world has gone, I’m broken down.
Tears & words of anger mount
& all the raged fists I hold crash against that deserted beach.

Yet as the beacon slowly burns, she’s seen, a ship ahoy.
I’m dancing, I’m yelling, I’m crying out her name.
She sees & runs & we hold on tight
I’m loving her touch, her perfect smile.
I’m lost to her, the perfect one.

– when she comes and goes like she did today I’m a loon!
© ed simkins 2016

Consumed

God cares no more for the tears of a foolish man.

One who loves & wants & seeks & knows the child, the girl, the angel of his heart who lies before him in naked pose…

 

But dies.

 

For God, if man believed in such, knows nothing but how to hurt & cut & tear & destroy crippled man’s world.

He knows how to paint the dreams I have so black.

 

…Black!

 

This tortured epiphany of death, the cloud of time which takes all & leaves uncharted & unknown

Leaves me silent.

With hate for the dreams & hopes & eternal longing of broken men.

As such I am.

 

I kneel beside this naked corpse of my lover’s fine & youthful virgin land.

Beauty wrapped in golden silk & luscious white skin of tender age.

I love her.

Oh how I love her!

In death as in life I love her & no more will lips of joy be warm to touch

Or soft  nestling of her childlike chin breath happiness into finger tips which seek for her.

 

Hence I close my eyes.

& Tears dawdle upon my angered face.

Collective streams of memories flood my mind

& I hold her hand.

Cold & still.

 

Pain engulfed by pain rides through these veins of want.

 

I see no point

No purpose

No future morning sun without her.

 

I take the cut slowly.

 

Fingers of red rivers roll across my wrist.

 

Life subsides into forgotten dreams.

I lie beside her & cry.

I hold onto her.

 

Silence fills the world with stillness

& the leaves on autumn trees outside fall & wave goodbye.

 

 

© ed simkins

– life without her?

Unknown Recluse

I am lonely but for the candle which burns before me.

My eyes tortured by the sight I drank of her this day.

Sweet & young & faithful,

Crimson flirt & thoughtful words.

 

I am sick for needing her.

For urging fate to somehow twist & bring her forth to my world of darkness this long & lonely night.

 

I am empty.

Numb.

Alone.

 

Her golden smile shatters worlds of desperate pain & feeds the world with love & joy & abandoned giddy smiles.

My angel!

My perfect, pretty smiling friend!

 

I am dying for the love of you!

That I could hold & dance & swirl with you!

That I could seek your lips upon these forgotten keepers of my words.

These gates which do imprison me.

 

I love you…

There! I nearly said your name!

& the world would know!

 

But I love you & my hands will hold you secret love,

Tomorrow in the kindness of the day.

& words will I stutter & speak & jestfully declare

That no girl makes the world so fair.

 

Or breaks my heart through longing for you!

 

For you!

 

& tears shed in wanton, frustrated fashion from these tired eyes.

 

I love you…

& I scream your name in calling you!

In wanting you!

In loving you!

 

– anguish.

© ed simkins 2016

Missing Her

Midnight.

Land of seclusion.

Eroding memories.

Worlds of delusion.

 

I love this dream.

She sings to me in beauty.

Starlight fantasy

Forbidden cutie.

 

Dying in the depth of silence

Sensual thoughts swirl over her.

Trapped by passion held in wanton heart

Mystic candle burns & blurs.

 

I hear the tide of death arrive

Slowly whispering as it approaches.

taking hand of lovers wrist

biting hard on heart as he encroaches.

 

She, my love, my heart, my cherished grief

Smiling with the stars outside

Leaving me & stolen

Not knowing how much I tried.

 

I love this creature, this ephemeral girl

With drops of crystal, tears a-fall

I see my fate, I see my death,

Heartache in stoned on my last breath.

 

As the candle burns & I seek solace

I bow my head & lie

Tell her deeply, tell her truth

That I’ll love her well, til our last goodbye.

 

 

– I’m too engrossed by her.

© ed simkins 2016

Accidental Message of My Desire

Pleasure was the accidental cupping of her perfect little bum.

I smile in retelling.

I laugh & grin and the excitement responds.

 

She stood beside & language flowed

A happy meal share and as if to leave

I held out arm of joy and reached for her.

 

A misdirection, a sordid dream

A desire burnt upon the fibres of my hand

& there she stood, a delicate cheek smiling upon my caress.

 

Such perfection my friends!

Such sweet delight & electric dreams!

A moments flash & the deed was done & moment gone.

 

But joy my friend! Joy of eternal perfection

That curve! That minute, firm, perfect curve!

& how in mind I undressed that cloak of secrecy!

 

Longing of the hand to soft & gently, slow caress!

Follow lines of danger & excite my mind with her perfect ass!

Oh how I wanted to stay against that flesh and more!

 

Shall I ever forget? Ever doubt that perfection existed within my hand!

& how I pray that naked skin of darling’s behind revelled in my touch!

Flinched in soft excitement that her love might stroke her once again!

 

& how I would! How I would!

& tell her of the perfection of all she has!

From face to bum and all between!

 

& now I dream of naked rear,

Soft and smooth but firm.

Were these hands upon her now,

Would she know I loved her more!

 

 

© ed simkins 2016

– How I ache for her!

 

 

Reflections

I love standing behind her.

Holding her close.

The simple pleasure of her pressing against me.

Excites me.

A secret flirtation of desires.

I love my games.

 

I love her face too.

Her gentle, perfect, delicious young face & that smile…

That sweet smile of sunshine serenity.

For she loves me.

I love her.

& The world is wrong to hate this suggestion.

It’s just simply wrong.

 

I hold her by desire.

I pull at her clothes.

I stroke her thighs.

I caress her lower back & talk.

She laughs & loves & aches to be besides.

I kiss her a thousand times & more.

I love her you see.

As stupid as I am.

I love her.

 

She comes to me.

She seeks me out.

I seek her.

Best friends forever.

But I want her clothes on the floor.

I want to kiss her every pore.

 

I breathe her in.

Feel the beat of her heart.

She’s fragile in my arms,

But I could pin her down.

& I want to wake besides her,

See her morning smiling sun & sigh.

 

I hold her waist & stroke her hair

& she says she knows she’s the queen of my heart.

I’m sunk in lust.

She talks of bites.

I talk of ‘where?’

 

I’m possessed by her.

Controlled by her.

Seduced by her.

Fed by her.

Kept by her.

& Simply put

– I love her.

 

 

(c) ed simkins 2016

– wanting her.

The futility of love.

I want to hold her.
Really hold her.
To my chest.
To my heart.

I’m in love
& I’m in pain.
I’m pleasured
& I’m sick.

I grieve for I know the truth.
In a year she departs.
Gone.
Leaving for a foreign land.

& I know this.
I shed tears because of this.
I gaze into her eyes and I know this.
My tears fall because of this.

How can love bring so much pain?
How can life be so cruel & bring so many smiles?
How can she be this perfect & so close to me
& yet engaged in a fading act of dying?

i love her.

© ed simkins 2016
– torture is my grief, love the cause.