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

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Engulfed by doubt.

I grab her.
– What fool grabs a dream?
Does she care or flinch or take it as assumed?

I’ve confused myself.
Lost myself.
Stolen hints of gold.
I’m a thief of her flesh.

I stroke her hair.
My fingers teasing, caressing, exploring her secret world.
I place my head beside.
In the darkness I kiss her softly.

& her fingers place themselves entwined with mine.
Or am I controlling the puppet still?
Our flesh connects & senses, nerves they shake.
Illicit thoughts stumble across my face.

Were her smiles fewer today?
Drenched in the autumn floods?
Was the fool too much & awkward still?
& his ambitions too overly known?

I held her cheek & savoured smooth curves of facial delight
She looked at me & I rested control beneath her chin
I lent in & resisted, dreaming to the end.
Our eyes met & danced & desire burnt strong.

& then the chimes of time struck & all was gone.
Her body left & the smiles had fled.
Clinging dearly, these thoughts hold on
& screams of solitude swear their grief.

Can I ever please her?
Can I ever tell her?
Could she ever care?

– I try too hard. I love too much. I dream of her even when she’s there before me.
(c) ed simkins 2016

Playful Smiles Beseech

Such cheek beguiles me.
She says ‘no’ in such a jocular happy way that I cannot but ignore her demands & carry forth my evil plan.
She teases me.

She stands on me. Literally stands on me.
Two feet on either one of mine and my mind enjoys. Sings! Screams please god never leave!
& we smile.
Oh god do we smile.
Like two secret millionaires who know the truth about ourselves but hide from those who seek a dollar tab.

We laugh & flirt and she calls my name. she takes her hand & places it on mine.
She says hers are cold. I ignore the fact.
Her hand is there, that’s all I care.

I flit her hair.
Oh god her hair! I smile with the thought!
A puff of air blown from lips which seek to kiss and taste and play, explodes against her gentle fringe.
& fireworks of joyful laughter erupt across the air between us
& we smile in our secret world.

She pressed herself against my weakness known. Glided so gently.
She paused and her tiny chocolate eyes gazed deep into mine.
Did she know the truth of how I felt? Did she know how the demon wished to stroke her naked flesh?
She teased me with her breast as well.
Pushed up close against my resting hand & smiled so no words would form in stuttered mouth of mine.

I am bewitched by her!
Happy & distraught & lost to her.
That I could control the world around me & pin her down.
Or spend a thousand years in eating her.
One slow steady kiss at a time.

– my angel. Time spent with her is not time enough.
Ed simkins © 2016

Crazy for you.

Undress for me.
Stand and shiver in darkened light.
I long for thee.
For single word you spoke tonight.

I yearn for you.
Your cherished face which I adore.
Aching, smiling, wanting you.
Now without, in need of more.

I long for you.
A sweet delicious, smiling thrill
In awe of you.
That God were real, then I would kill.

Your braided hair
Your soft delights
Your Nervous neck
So Virgin white.

& your beaming face
Which strikes my heart
Lost in space
& now departs.

My secrets told
In honest signs,
But My heart is bold
In these written lines.

That you were stood so close & near
Knowing of no midnight fear
Then hands of mine would tender be
& kiss your skin, so longingly.

& your cheeks of rosey simplicity
Would smile with touch & honesty
For child, or girl, or woman known,
For you my love, my heart has grown.

~ for you. the girl of my dreams.
© ed simkins 2015

She Stands Before Me

Fresh white skin announces the flowers of her youth.
She smiles.
I reply with warmth & residual longing.
She speaks to me.
A tender ripple of forlorn kisses whisper across the universe & glow.
I pause in stunned adoration.

I love this girl.

Evening’s flowers sway momentarily in the cool fresh thought of time.
Her hair flutters gently, teasingly.
Her hand unfurls.
She calls me forth.
I utter nothing in soft deliberation
.
I love this girl.

Naked and undressed she stands willingly before me.
I’m fixed by her beauty. By her youth. Her desire.
My mind swims in long delight across her fertile skin.
Her virgin valleys. Her tender mounds.
A nervous smile erupts across her golden face.
I reply in kind.

I love this girl.

Night becomes and this angel sings in hushed affection.
I feel the brilliance of her warmth & I know I’m home.
She, my love, my child, my forest flame
She, who takes my heart & claims
She, who burns in nights of darkness
Builds a King & she my wanton empress.

I love this girl.

~ it’s easy to write when I think of you, my dream.
© Ed simkins 2015

Embers in the Dark

To the fiery dreams of youth which speak in rhymes and riddles posed.
I love you.
But a repetition of a lie is no more needed than words upon this page.
& I cry for you.

You speak to me in lines of silence & in that I hear no more than the destiny of truth.
Your smile provokes me.
Could you ever be more than a fantasy spread upon my broken mind?
I want you.

I kiss you, but our lips of fire never touch or pass. Restraint is poison for me.
I watch you walk.
& I see this heart of mine ache in foolish age for the bride I desire to leave.
& I watch you walk.

I give up. Though I am mesmerized by my addiction to you. A phallic suggestion in the cold moments of night.
I want to talk with you.
But I find the distance between us is great and stolen; I cannot reach through the dark for you.
I scream to you.

Final wishes trickle in warm blood for you and I find myself shaking with fear.
I’m losing you.
& thus the terror takes over, consumes and pulls me down, rapes my mind.
I’m in love with you.

~ the ending was always too close.
© Ed Simkins 2015

Butterfly

Precocious little butterfly,
Tailing the winds,
Making me cry.
Making me spin.

You smile without effort
With wings of a joy
Fluttering flags
Sexual toy.

You giggle & you side-step
A nervous little smile
Tempting my future
With a criminal trial.

For butterflies shouldn’t whisper
Shouldn’t want you to come
To the window of illusion
& melt in the sun.

She waits & reveals
Her smile draws you in
Sucking at you nectar
At the poison within.

I was alive at the beginning
Excited & free
Playing with this beauty
Her nature so free

She flutters before me
& I fall like a man
Entrapped by my butterfly
As I reach out my hand.

~ to touch, to hold, to admire, to love. Such are the dreams she inspires in me.
(c) Ed Simkins 2015

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

Without You (Once More)

& Jennifer or the girl in short skirt legged stance of dreams,
She who stands before in dreams of naked youth
I miss you.

I long to seduce, I want to seduce
I want to lead your hand to kingdoms new & play & sing alone with you
In darling scenes of joy & love & midnight mass.

I’m terrorised by these thoughts that you could hate
That you could fear
That you could stare at me & see no truth within these eyes which shine for you.

I love you.
& my sickness, illness of a fearful dread pours forth
& cries in unashamed & woeful screams & dies.

Where are you?

I caused my own loss tonight.
An evening lost without your smiles which shine
Your eyes which speak of happy thoughts…& dream.

I missed you.
& when I saw you curl your hair around your charming ear did I find the breath to sigh & dream
& wonders staged my fallen grace. & here I think alone of you.

I gaze at you.
Your naked breast invites such longing that no man knows of no warmer sight
& That no man knows a curve so sharp or kills.

& I follow you.
A broken puppy which begs pathetically for dribbles of your love
For moments of sweet seduction in your attention; I long for you.

& darkness falls.

For all success & riches made in days like this for futures yet
Are but delicious sweets found laced with death & poison
If my days lived exist without the beauty of your gracious face

& dreams persist of you.
Dreams in which you clamber forth my bedroom steps & gently lay
& sweetly smile beside in naked bliss & heavens kiss.

I want you.

~ being without even the sight of you.
© ed simkins

The Morning Face of My Princess

I cannot but stumble over the words I wish to tell, for beauty has placed a magic spell,
This heart of mine has dreamed a thousand deaths, but now I see your face upon my bed,
I cry with such sweet happiness & feel the need to love you best,
I yearn & want & ache for you, in breath which stakes it’s being on you,
I see your face & shining smiles which exaggerates your glowing skin,
The pleasant outline of your brows, your light of joy within,
Your cheeks which burst with such real joy, those dimples hold my breath
You perform such duties of ritual innocence, that my only fear is death!
Oh that I could love you in the real world & do! But that you know so little & would fear it too,
But you lie there naked
Innocent and pure & snug below the blankets of my bed,
Your pretty head a flower which sings such joy to the world of men!
& then
& then you open eyes in morning slumber & smile for me!
For me!
& overwhelming waves of bliss gush forth & like a chorus of heaven sung rush forth and stretch & reach & kiss
Divine & luscious lips!
Your perfect lips!
Those moist wet lips which taste so sweet,
I caress your face with nervous hands, a falling fool in your quick sand.
You’re killing me!
With pain and nerves and aches for you, I break for you when you don’t speak,
Or thoughts from you, they fail to leak
Over routes abound from you to me, whereas I have found this sacred way to write to you;
In poetry,
Yes, a foolish man!

Who loves & wears his heart upon his crown & drowns in want for you!

& then I comb your hair.
Oh god, your flow of silken joy!
Reaching forth I grab and twist and cusp your will & morning smiles illuminate this room of bliss
& soon I feel the heat become & need will take control of you and I
Henceforth princess, I pray you lie!
Lie upon my temple bed, lie before & stir my dreams!
& realise I mean it when I say in humbled truth
I love you.

& your eyes which watch with inquisitive interest
How you arouse me.
I need you princess.

I love you.

& I need more!

~ to you dear girl. To you.
© ed simkins