To HER, my secret fantasy.

That I sit and dream in a world where no-one knows.
Or cares.
Or shows the appetite of sweet delight which grows & swirls
Within my mind.

& there you’ll find,
The truest form of sweet devotion & strong desired, desperate emotion attached to the woman who plays within my mind.

& love.

Love,
A taste of such sweet fair consumption
Attractive thoughts of heart’s eruption.
Which plays upon the soul of her who does not know.
Although,
Perhaps despite crazed words I send, she’ll fend off modes of longing holds!
Oh, these arms which yearn to purr and curl her up with man’s fine grip
& sip the fragrance of her naked form!
A warm, sensual, perfumed delight with which I ponder deeply through the night
& smiles they blaze!

& raze from depths a man despaired, who thinking of his girl, he cares
& shares
With the whole wide world of man.
A snippet of the love and deeds which forge & gorge upon the wonder of a beauty known

& here I’ve shown…
in multiple rants and worships for my girl of love
That I do love
& how I love!

A love which if unknown and secret kept
Would force the angels of the gods which wept
To have danced and frolicked and sung their golden tunes
Between the stars of love and lover’s moon!

& smile.
& love.
The two resulting products of this flow.
Sent in secret to now an angel known.

& between the world & you who can tell her so & true
That man who worships, lives in love and honesty my dear,
for you.

~ a secret moment at work in which SHE enters my mind and smiles & love it blooms & wants! Oh to kiss that girl of such sweet beauty! Another night of joy would please!
© ed simkins

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What is love?

Love is the abject dereliction of my sanity.
Of intelligence and wit and knowledge born of thought.
And sacrificed to the beauty of a smile!
& not even of that one which comes before in impassioned light
No! Not even that!
But that which arrives like a gleaming horse through majestic night
And brings forth news of joy through conversation held with…
With HER.
& I smile.

For love is but a quiet insanity of the mind!
Love is knowing all is stupid and worthless and fate will kill
But the heart goes on.
For it is trapped.
Inspired
But trapped.
For in the beauty of another one’s mind will soar a thousand dreams!
& dance upon a thousand more!
& hearts will flutter and skip and shake without repose
Upon the minutest little hope!
A word, a thought, the briefest deed.
And sunk without a trace in the moments passed

That is love.

An illness.
A mindless torture of the soul
A giddy run through naked fields knowing that in any moment the world will end
& send you down to hell again.

& so she takes your very soul
& watches you giggle like a fool.
For love.

& I am smitten

By this thing called love.

~ entrapped by love
© ed simkins

I think of her & sigh.

That smiling, wondrous, cheeky, soft pinkish face of hers!
With words which flow & charm & melt my heart!
That dreams create!
That love begins.

Or be it affection deep or adoration told that I could hold her sweetest charms.
& stand before like man to God & weep in abject joy.

That beauty of such tender child reaches forth and gallops through my heart with unashamed bliss
To kiss
A most indulgent thought!
Which ought, I say,
Declare my mind to be nothing free, but linked to the whimsy of her deeds.
& needs.
In late night love affair when I will dream
Of her.
& watch the roses of her heart blossom into ladies bloom
& fill this room from whence I write
With stars so bright that want or might would bring her here
& thence upon this chair beside be near
I would look upon her skin, & smile
& know that
I love her.

& I turn to her.
gaze belovedly upon her face
& heart will pace
& fingers stretch to caress her neck
& gentle lay upon her tender hair
These words I rhyme with passioned care
& say, with whispers of a knight from old
I love thee.

With all my heart, as the sun declares
Each morning rises high & stares
With wonder at the naked earth & all the beauty held within,
Thus I look at you my love
and dreams begin.

& love exudes.

From my heart to the world of yours tonight.
Because of you.

Because
of you.

~ inspired & in complete devotion to you. to HER,
© ed simkins

Four hours I dream

I love you!
I’m a fool to say
but that no-man loved without being a fool
& I declare…
I love you.

You control my mind & soul & happy days & at a whim I fluctuate like the sails at sea
& all because
I love you.

& you have no idea.

No idea that the world beyond your happy shore cries for you.
Or laughs or smiles because of you.
Or sits & writes these words from deep within for you.
Because of you.

Because I love you.

You give me joy like no man holds in golden hands nor deeds of thoughts would turn this world into sweet paradise.
But i…
I would.
I can.

For you.

That dreams would send you from a sleep so far to hold the space beside my arm,
Then I would love.
& hold you still.
& kiss you.

You sleep tonight & thoughts of mine will search for you.
Dreams & rainbows, stars & hope.
For you.

I love you!

& my very being

It yearns for you.

~ to the girl I love. to you. to Her.
© ed simkins

Sigh & love begins

Angel!
Sweet sensation who breaks my heart.
I yearn for you.

You smile & youthful passion speaks.
I fall for you.
& dream.

I love you!
& no-one knows but my mind insane.
& I smile a secret thought for you.

You radiate
& the world is jealous of your beauty formed.
Eyes of mine gaze & glide upon your naked soul.

& this breath of mine,
Which longs to kiss & flow through veins with you,
I call your name
& smile.

I’d hold your perfect face if fate so wished
& dreams were keys abound to unlock these certain gates of yours
& I’d kiss!

I see your face my friend
& love’s unblemished burden beams through skin so fine
& torments my heart with want & oh,
I love you.

& I wish you knew & wanted too.
That lips could kiss your lips & smiles would form
& bubble forth in giddy dreams & multiply

Your childish ways would drive me mad with pain
& angel’s curves & cherry lips would torment my heart.
I see your beauty shine & smiles please

~ oh the love I have for you! my dear sweet girl can you not hear my words?
© ed simkins

Girl in Glasses gone

girl left today.
We spoke & smiled & dreams were born.
My eyes undressed her & loved her soul.
She glimmered
& I swayed with pride & stupid conversation.
I helped her out
Weights of work were bundled into car & parked.
I saw the messages of love written in minute style.
I held her close.
& stripped her of her baggy clothes.
A flannel shirt cascading across the playground floor.
She thanked me & danced in reams of thought.
I suggested we holiday together
She laughed & grinned & walked away
No need for sense when I talk insane.

Watch the clouds drift by
& like the wind she fluttered past.
Wishes fell in tarmaced road
I kissed her fondly & she said goodbye.
She flickered her hair & angels gasped
Amusement had in beauty known.
I’m lost again & the world knows not.
Sweet sexy girl just upped & left
& there I stood with thoughts & hope.
Let’s play I screamed
But words were stuck
I told her of my thoughts for her
But stopped.
& breath of silence the only noise.
I couldn’t say that I fancied her so
Or that her body made my face grin with strong desire
nor words from lips so sweet warmed me
or enjoyment had in teasing made.

Company of a pleasant girl.
Fun & wit & dreaming charms.
I sit at home in cave-like pose
& stare at words & flowers grown.
I wish that god could speak
& I could woo with thoughts divine
But girl is gone & left
& I wonder what now smiles will make.

The clouds roll by & parents age
Windows viewed from hidden cage.

~ another dream departs.
© ed simkins

A girl who smiles.

She’s makes me laugh
& dances with my heart strings light.
Adorable & cute she sings in smiles
Yellow sunshine flows forth in dreams of joy
How can I but sigh each time she tickles my mind with such precious wander?

She knows nothing of the happy mind which stirs
& smiles in multiplied delight.
Delicious child & heaven sent
I’m grinning now from beating heart.

She graces round in giddy walk & laughs so much from conversation thrown
She smiles, I smile, & the world exists
In such sweet bliss because of her.

& moments spent in hours of wandering time,
I love these deeds in which she shares herself
& silly tales of innocent ways
My heart screams in such welcome bliss
That I could repeat these golden dreams.

Her curls which talk of fields of sun
Her fine sweet form, with curves that tease & roam unknown
Her funny ways so cute & fun
She talks to me & I sink in smiles

So watch a man become a teen again!
& goof & lark & fool around
No cares found near, no worries known

Just a crown of god for he who finds himself within
& sadiates success & strong desire for beauty played
She the girl who sings & plays & happy smiles produced in daze
I love the perfection she brings to a world so dark
Dreams begin when eyes they spark.

& wit & jokes & laughter booms
& jester stands in pleasant air
Princess dressed in black & slacks,
& precious thoughts which entertain.

All night would form a sweet dessert
In which the conversation poured & roamed
Happiness still blossoms here, in sacred eyes of her so fine.

~ moments of bliss & joy spent in the company of a precious dream
© ed simkins

Curls Of Pleasure & Breathless Bliss

She turned & I was stumped!
A jewel within the world of men,
A cliché thought but one which sung!
& happy dreams care only for the truth of that particular moment in which I saw the face of beauty smile.
& I was happy.
Content upon those eyes which shined & lips which taught my heart to love.
Or at least to dream & how I did!
A man of such wit & want can only see the world in which I write & think!

Her face, oh her pretty little face!
With a frame of such wonder which surrounded & projected such feminine beauty that I could hardly know to beat my heart again.
Her perfect blonde hair in giddying rolls & curls of fun danced across her naked shoulder.
Her smile skipping upon the breeze of thought
& with a slight tilt of turning head, paused & spotted me.
She shone her forceful light of joy & I was gone!
Melted by the beam of love.
My fingers wished to twirl in her delicious silken locks
How could she look like this & not be kissed?
Or held!
Or worshipped but by my eyes alone!
& thus they were!
A secret dream in crowded room.

& so in stance, these happy dreams filled the air as she stood in slacks & pretty thoughts,
& all the happy time my mind drank her in, blood engorged on feminine charm.
I smiled,
she smiled again
& all the deeds within my head were done!
Her beautiful, graceful little bum, the charming whimsy of her waist,
The luscious tone of her skin & the naked appeal of her dress
A simple pretence I thought!
But when I raised my eyes to gaze from the words I’d wrote,
There I found her, still standing there,
& I could not move!

Succulent & ripe she was, a fruitful fancy of healthy design
I was tempted to pinch a daring taste!
But I was stopped by fate in such employed disguise!
& Oh how I dream in seconds told of holding her & whispering in her delicate ear such pleasured thoughts
That gentle knowing giggles would flitter from her warming bosom
& tickle softly ears which long to hear her sigh & tease.

How beautiful she looked today
Her swept back hair an immaculate force
Magnetizing my heart which yearns for her.
& From here alone, I softly kiss
Oh that she could know or appreciate the dreams I have of her.
& in my evening dreams
Entwined fingers would sing.

~ I saw her today & she was stunning!
© ed simkins

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

My Secret Girl Of Smiles

My sweet angel of skin, who delivers insane names & sacks of drugs in thoughts,
I lust, or love, or jest in smiles which take hold of wearied face & flattens them against the air beneath your lips
& worship hips upon which I hold my fingers told of want & sex & pointed need.
Hunger burns in the heart of man when trousers black fall from graceful legs
& film themselves tumbling like ash upon the floor,
Once more I turn & see her tender chest,
Rest & best I see her curves,
I yearn & sweet angel moves in slender grooves towards my mind.
In gentle plays it’s then I find my will has spilled in chattered talk across the waves of breath to kiss her sweet, sweet, succulent lips.

Remove those barriers of frozen glass I say!
Such a day that lust takes hold & white veil rips across her gentle chest.
At best I sing which such sweet happy clarity
That neither she nor me perform other than actions of silly & informal chat.
Oh I fall for her & die in smiling tides of bliss & eternal crazed devotion.
I see the motion of her hot neck turn in slow & pretty folds.
Oh that I could touch & hold!

Such is want my friend, that at the end of a conversation held in chapel known of work,
That happy jerk declared his love & found her laughing in such funny ways that,
oh my days, I cried in love & awful bliss.
I repeat the word & turn to you, what else to say,
but that she was my angel in the way she held me there, & how I care!
So stunning, so funny,
That dreams implored to cross the floor & sweep her off the feet & beat her failed partner to the joy of heaven
as we talked & talked & then we walked some more.

Oh, that I am a happy & a smiling man,
Her secret friend, devoted fan.
So cute, so sweet, an edible design, a dream of womanhood, a girl so fine.
A shining gambit of beautiful thoughts…a simple night…of lessons taught…
or learned & echoes earned in playful fun.
…I long for her.
Earth to sun.

~ so adorable, so divine…I wish I could place my words & thoughts & dreams before her.
© ed simkins