Girl in Naked Rain

Bubbles of soft clear rain wash over her
Sensual skin alights in warm desire
I’m waiting to hold her close & dream
Her languid hair soaked with nature

She’s smiling nervously & enjoying this sacred rain
Water’s falling, cascading down
Torrents of summer lust caress
Twirling, whirling, loving her

& she’s standing there so naked
My gently sighing princess of love
Arms positioned, protecting her
Eyelashes flutter in the stealing rain

I love this girl, her mad desire
Just standing there, clothes beside my window
Tiptoed calves exaggerate her beauty
My eyes drawl from head to toe

A man lusts for such a beauty & one that I have found
Twenty-two & of such crazed delusions upon which I laugh
In dryness I giggle & laugh, a heartfelt explosion of raucous heartache
I love her so much I can barely contain!

She begins to wiggle & my smile flourishes such honest joy
Her firm young legs, her tight young bum
Crystal tears stomp & tickle their merry way across her body
Her slender hands wipe a path across her face of smiles.

She looks at me with naked desire & a single finger beckons me
How can man resist desire when nymph of passion calls?
Saturated clothes press against her tender breasts, i pull her tight
& buttons fall, my hands caress & lips of divinity meet in bliss

I care nothing for the naked rain no more; she’s won me through
This girl, this child, this perfect lady of strong will & desire owns
The simple loyal fool who stands & smiles
I succumb to her wonder & her perfect beauty naked in the pouring rain.

~ this morning’s rain & my strong desire merge in painted words. i love her.
© ed simkins

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Girl Stretches.

That lust could stretch her back & arc in tasteful, strong desire!
I shuddered in happy disbelief, a cry she could not hear
For mute words are my secret code, I could not let her see
The strength of want I have for her! These pictured thoughts in me
Sweet sexed kitty stretched & smiled, I heard her purr in feline stance.
See her bosom well in thrust which stabs the eyes of those who watch
A filthy mind indeed I say! & not at all would promise make
No proclamation of love or marriage but through these words I do declare
My wish that child of strength & looks, would seduce in moments, more or less
Declare a devious, blue-crazed interest, therein of stunning grace & longed appeal
Of days & months ahead in court, in which I fall like moneyed king
To the floor of life, upon these knees & worship or beg for her succulent touch
Of naked skin & then in dreams, of failed fortune & thought with her
Would I tease her back & build her lust, of evenings stoned in sin!
Pleasured girl would smile & shake & voice would break in sweated song
As playful arts were passed indoors & bites & rips were forced.

But!

I stir from dreams.
& smile from wicked thoughts.
That sunshine girl.
That perfect stance.
Arousal beckons in such sweet chance.

& so I grin.
For the playful guy am i.

Who laughs.

& dreams.

~ what can I say? Happy sights provoke my grin.
© ed simkins

White Virgin Bride

Beauty stands. White room, white lace.
My virgin bride. Her nervous heart.
Behind the windows of my sight & soul, tears well for passion found.
I seek to love. But love will not be touched. Not yet.
She stands alone & cautiously I worship her.
My eyes are silken hands which caress her sensual skin.
– Her golden cheeks, her perfect face. The lips I seek to kiss & taste.
Red roses bask in heaven’s surround.
No need for God.
Lady flirts with nature’s tailor.
& succulent perfumed perfection formed.
I speak no sound. I break no rules. I love her deeply, never touch her soul.
I wait. & watch. I bide my time.
This girl too rich in such sweet delights.
I idolise. I dream & wait.
Each second past in warmth affection, age will haunt & death walk close.
Stillness encapsulates the frozen image of her female form.
I smile a fool, victory in admiration.
I know she’ll walk. I know she’ll run.
But like a fly of love trapped on beauty’s web,
I’m too scared to twitch in case she bites.
Or screams & nightmares start & terror fills my naked heart.
I love her.
So I remain a ghost to her
I watch in soft delicate desire.
A slow approach, slow kiss, slow love.
My moments of bliss trapped in time.
Still beauty smiles & I collapse in love,
A passion surges through this broken heart.

~ A secret which I keep stirs in peaceful times. A heart of love full for her.

© 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

Breathless.

Heart stops in nights of black.
Time itself unravels above the walls of wire.
Stood here I smile, eyes lit by beauty thrown.
Light of brilliance, curves of power
She stands there, ephemeral, intoxicating fire.
My eternal flame, my loyal love.
She watches me, & speaks to me.
Her sisters watch, from crowds of space,
Veiled clouds, so drunk with life.
My heart it sings, each time she’s there
Majestic goddess, lady of secret love.
Her dress of lace, her diamond jewels,
Her still white face, her frozen stance.
Down here I pray for a love,
Something that she considers true.
I beseech with dreams, I kiss the air.
One night she’ll come, she’ll rescue me.
Send such thoughts that I desire.
Then her daughter & I will profligate,
Will raise a generation in dedication lent,
That cult will grow of shining moon,
& youth will love in midnight mass
That naked flesh will whimper in sweet appreciation
& acclaim the love of the moon’s disciple.
For I am he. The knight of nights.
& I stand here in prayer, looking up at you.
I bow to the moon & fall in love.
Her beauty my appeal, her beauty truth.
For Moon is my mistress, my guardian of the heart.
Princess to my dreams, saviour of my mind.
Each night she appears, love is consumed,
A feast for the heart, an orgy for the soul.

~ As I walk home, I gaze up & I think. Life & My Love, Existence, My Future.

© Ed Simkins

FREYJA

Beautiful smiles
Nervous noncommittal
Hiding pleasures
Pearly whites.

She makes me smile
Just being around
Such a dreaming fix
My den of delight.

I breathe her in
I saw her dance
She fools & larks
She breaks my mind.

Illusions grow
A young man’s disease
I kiss her gently
Her porcelain face.

My fingers flow
I hold her hand
I swim through hair
Silken stream.

She puts me down
She checks advance
She holds me firmly
She steals my heart.

Her name is Freyja
Most gentile girl
Her perfect body
Her excited mind.

I hold her gently
This charming girl
Caress her face
Nuzzle her skin.

We explore and play
The world our song
Intellectual giant
I tag along.

Each time with her
I sing my heart
She makes me stronger
In love I scream.

Freyja, my darling
I love you too much
What is life but a dark day?
When I see nothing in your eyes?

So in the moments we’re together
I will be your foolish love
I will grant you your wishes
& leave smiles on your lips.

Sweet dreams my desire
I love you so much
I will cherish you and love you
& dream of your touch.

~ My Dream Girl Smiles

© Ed Simkins

Intoxication

Daughter of a sacred lamp revolves in passion’d fantasy.

Lego bricks and carpet burns, smeared lipstick & crystal meth.

Do you care if I tell the truth about the things I’ve seen?

This poor migrant who wanders through the night.

I see you. I see your face.

How many times have you smiled since before?

Have you bled over the lover beneath?

Have you torn at her flesh with the hunger born of death?

The rain outside falls. Pours. Washes over thorns of sex.

Watch the children play and see their hands.

Could you whisper infidelity to mom?

Or would you raise the issues with another failed law abiding deceiver?

Lets attach some love & laugh a little shall we?

Let us enjoy her while she’s skipping!

Select a decent night and travel nude. Inflict her with your dreams of youth.

Would she smile? Would she gratefully please? Would she even make you breakfast and pour you wine?

Sure, a mishmash of thoughts; these dreams that play with you inside.

Have you asked her for money or seen her played?

Experienced kisses tickle her precious face. Though I say nothing for her love.

I sacrifice my virginity for her. A showered wall of heat. Or fun.

But back to you.

A strange idea in a strange man’s night.

Have you understood my dreams? Have you brought the sacrifice?

Have you lain her out and bedded her fast & married her with strong sense of new age worth?

A quiet night. Naked clothes enrobe my girl.

I set my eyes on her and smile. Thorns will grow and tolerate flesh.

She will murmur soft decay as I fumble with the buttons of my life.

& I’d like you to understand my friend.

But I’ll let you watch instead.

~ hazy dreams of love & longing, of purity, of beauty, of HER, of them. intoxication.

© Ed Simkins

– Remember, not everything you read is at it seems!!! Or at least the way it’s portrayed!

I love you

Porcelain face,
Such rosy cheeks.
I love you girl.
You stir my heart.

I sigh for you,
Each time I look.
Each time you smile,
I fall for you.

Your pretty face that turns for me,
Which forces worship of beauty known.
Your goofy gait,
Your girlish charms.

I’d say I love,
If this would please,
For my heart it sings,
A foolish part.

I’d hold your hand
& cup your breasts,
Caress your skin
& kiss your breath.

You excite my mind,
& tease my loins,
You have no knowledge,
Of masked friend held.

With fires so warm
That nights would glow,
Your naked body
My arms surround.

I want to hear you laugh & talk with me,
For every moment in your arms serene,
Your dreams my pleasure girl,
My princess Lolita, my loving dream.

I would give the world to you my love,
If for single night with you alone,
Would give me hours of your sweet teasing talk
& the feelings of your smiling form.

From thoughts of your erotic flesh,
To evenings spent in youthful leisure,
I wish you could enjoy this simple news,
That you fulfill my every dream.

~ THAT girl again! She provokes such sweet smiling desire in me!

© Ed Simkins

Anxious Desire

Hunger burns a fierce image within my mind.
The thought of her, my beauty, festers and seeps and wounds.
Passion builds when man awakes, when I lie in darkness, waiting for the morning sun.
Obsession plagues!
Once seen, my thoughts of her affect.
I cannot eat…or breathe…or focus still.
Headaches form with lack of her.
I cannot see.
I close my eyes & numbness prevails.
She stands there, flowing dress & perfect hair.
I yearn.
Sickness rises. Imagination grasps, asks for her.
This fool deludes, minds eye plays, my throat is dry.
Tightening.
Will I see her? Will I meet her? Will I say her name or run?
Will she smile? Will she talk? Will she even come my way?
A clever man so stupid born.
Abiding desire works its way on in.
I can not focus. I cannot think.
I cannot put my name to pen & scribe an essay full of words which smile for her.
& I struggle to write these words you read.
I breathe but only crazed imagination fueled.
Who’s in control?
I long. I yearn. I ache & dream & watch the lonely ticking hand drift on by.
So slow.
Dreaming thoughts meander past.
A soft slow river of helpless needs.
Fire inside alight & bright,
Imagination burns completely without control.
Already hands are held & smiles amuse
All within the mind of fool.

~ I wish that fate would change!

© 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