Her

My presents sits & skips & dances before me.
Kicks & teases & talks to me.
Makes me smiles.
Illuminates my world.
Sets my heart on fire.

She kicks my feet & tells me no.
Holds her hair in awkward poise.

Tilts her head, such graceful, pretty little thing.
Eyes spark & I ingest.
Gasp.
Breathe & bow & worship her.

She stands afar & I am sad. Anger begins to fuel the fear & distress.
She stands before & I am quenched.
A stricken soul, stranded for far too long.
I love her.
I need her.
Seek her.

I gaze upon & eyes dance upon & search her for the features which wins me most.
I fail each time
Until she smiles once more & I am joyous! Giddy & out of control!

I love to touch her. A gentle stroke, a kiss, a hug.
My fingers glide & pinch behind her knee. I feel her hip.
Her perfect bum. A waistline sharp
Or gentle skin on sensual neck.

I wish to lead or gasp, be led.
& find myself alone with this perfect girl.
I’m in love & sunk & carefree & lost
& yet I know my mental map centres, revolves & relies on her
Being her
& there for me!

I can feel her in my empty arms.
& smile alone without her.

Til grace sends her once more to me
& we play like children all over again
& again.

– on being in love
© ed simkins 2017

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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

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

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!

 

 

Love Upon her Face

She Smiles!

Lord she smiles!

She smiles & my face is a burning, glowing wreck of all these distant dreams!

Her face is bright!
Her face is alive & free & scrunched up in such purity!

Because of me!

Because of me?

That I should care that some other power or source or deed or whimsy provokes her beauty to fire into such perfect form!
Yet I doubt in every second & every chance & every thought, I doubt & I am saddened & disturbed & wholely confused that I am not but the gift to her which creates such fun & sweet delicious scenes of joy.

For I am selfish!
& human!
& far in need of her to love me.

I pause.
& think of her.
& see her face.

That beautiful, delectable, delicious face.

That I could tell her of my thoughts & wants & heartfelt dreams.
That I could stand there before her & hold her hand or cusp her face & say these words which fall out well upon this naked page
& show her love.

For even with the sin of man bursting from deep within my ageing heart,
I love her!

& love should be the source & centre of all that which beams upon her golden face!

That happy, cherished, perfect, beautiful face.

That I should love & she should know.
But words remain a secret & to her unknown.

– Her face enthrals me.
© 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

Fantasy Which Smiles.

I wish I could resist.
I wish I could just hold her back.
I wish I could tell her no. to go away.
But I’m me. Or human. Or weak.

& she lets me love her.

I see her & I’m desperate,
Desperate to own her.
To have her. To hold her. To caress her naked flesh.

& she smiles
& I shudder
& I follow like a chained demon.

She’s there
& I am hers til she say’s goodbye.

Yes, I’m out of control.
I cringe at my weakness.

But such beauty.
Such lips.
Such divine happiness.
How am I supposed to resist this avalanche of desire?

Oh, this world is cruel & uncaring in its jest & spiteful rules.
How can time erase all things good and banish the loved?

So in shades of darkness I plan my addiction.
In the mid-day star I will hold her close & love her well.

My Sweet angel, know that I love you for who you are.
For the smiles, the beauty and your perfect innocence.

As my wishes increase, so my longing does too.

Time brought us close.
& Time will destroy us.

– addicted to her completely.
© ed simkins 2016

Naked Kiss

Look at her.
Standing naked, smiling on my stairs.
With her again I’m grinning.
I’m stunned by her innocence.

Her soft hands caress the banister with nervousness.
My excitement flinches with lust for her.
The morning star dances in streaks across her pale skin.
& Her hair flows with undue care down upon those perfect shoulders.

I smile at her. My eyes gleaming with the passion that only angels attract..
I’m taken in by her beauty and she repays me with joy.
My eyes sing and dance and kiss every feature of her petite frame.
I beckon her over with a single wink.

Feet, cold & fragile, skip across the wooden floor as she heads straight for.
I love her holding me, her arms wrapped tightly around her master’s bod.
I encircle and my hands glide lovingly across her curves and smooth white folds.
She smells of perfection & our embrace is secure & tender close.

She stands before me
& the smiles upon our faces beam with every sense of love & lust, respect & wild want.
Oh I want her. This perfect form which excites in every breath she inhales.
“I love you!” I say, I caress her hair once more, & morning kiss is soft and luscious.

I wish this moment would last an eternity.

(c) ed simkins 2016
– The morning after crazy desire. Angel is perfect. I’m drowning in want for her.

Girl in Red Pleasure.

Blanket red wraps around her naked body.
She is sleeping now.

Entrapped within her female grip
I loved her well.

She smiled throughout.
She smiled & sighed & scratched my skin.

Her blood so red entwined with mine.
Her gentle breathing now soothes my sin.

Stillness of the midnight air pervades.
I wrap my body, now spent, around her tight.

She’s warm to me, she holds me close.
Her features delicate and perfect please my soul.

her hair a final midnight kiss, I love this girl.
Her happiness ensnares my ageing dreams.

& we sleep tonight.

ed simkins (c) 2016

Upon the floor

Her body lies in deep recess beside me.
Silent stillness mocks her sight.
I love her skin.
White & smooth & freshly warm.
I cover her in love.
In kisses known to man of want.
& taste her blood.
That cuts will bleed & life will seep from passing gem to breeze & air.
I love my girl.
But none than secret spy will know of it or tell.
I love her so.
I loved so much that sacred walls would watch my violence, born of love, beguile & seduce & charm her smile
& lead her to the very floor
Where body forms my alter sown.
& her I love & worship girl of love.

I touch her skin.
Her curves of sin which turn me on & won me through.
Her happy face.
Her flesh of fire which led from neck of grace & naked throat
Towards the golden valley’s of her youth.
I scream.
& cry.
& tears flood the sacred mounds of this precious girl which lies in pose of wounded snake
But lies.
& lies.

I am hurt for her.
I ache upon this wondrous sight, this mask of beauty which takes me to another place.
I need for her.

I loved her.
That death could claim her for her own & steal her far from loving home.
I need her.
But life has ebbed & the nights are long.
I pray for you.

(c) ed simkins 2015