Escape From Lust

In dreams which seduce & bleed the mind
& darkness from within the hours of day.
A child grooms her long fine hair
Seductive pose in mirrored lair
Our broken hero trundles down
the corridor in blinkered step
Sees illusions born of youthful want
Will he pounce upon the maiden known?
Or curve around the fearful corner stone?

Hidden in caves of solemn terror
the man he cries in lonesome deed
Scratching walls with fumbled lust
Nails well bitten & lungs versed in terrored scream
He stands erect in broken thoughts
Tights or legs or skirts of fun
Each delusion plays upon his fate
As wandering wishes delicately hate
A room locked of sinful passion kept
Eyes prowl through painful past
& take hold of soiled dreams, frozen cast

The girl, if demon child of love is known,
Smiles & portrays such wistful play
Lies & turns & escaped half-truths
As gritful shields protect her form
She sits alone in witches curse
Nursing work laid in blackened tones
Her eyes flicker flames of hellish heat
Luring me to death & crumbled feet
But such was the strength of brave lonewolf
That cave of light was a better choice
For though his inner blade of knife
Would in ample times have sliced
& cut & bit & bled her dry
& left her gasping with a morning sigh
He knew, as heroes often do,
That escape was & is a better choice

& there within the darkened room
His thoughts & mind breathed new relief
For though he sought & would, I’m sure, have delighted been
In maiden’s neck & fallacy
His sanity was then complete
With life & heaven & sanctity
But pray now tell the moral of this story told
I say on that avoid the beauty of a woman known
& life will safely gather round your mind
& gather forth
a happier time.

~ on escaping the beauty of an illusion known
© ed simkins

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wounded tiger

Happy smiles of golden mask
Which end in tears of solemn rage
Rejected buffoon which plays the fool
& tiger ensnared in cage.
No escape is made for time
for man who tries & dies
on every road I wander down
as time of mine it flies.
but plane shot down & weary ship
Where every wave he sails
Brings down shit like broken masts
& coffins complete with nails.
these echoes made of glories past
Where once i stood and smiled
I by now a distant hero
where every loss is trialled.
Sinking fast as forest glares
a tiger ‘fraid of striking out
my starving dreams i’m weary off
Continue years of drought.
Tiger crawled, approached his prey
Mask worn & manners held
But youthful princess knew my plans
ensured all trees were felled.
With dejected heart I could not close
In dusk I couldn’t approach
& every question asked in glee
Suffered a fatal reproach.
I wished to bite, to lap her up
To tear her clothes & see her sweat
But fate is cruel & such a game
Sees me foiled, & then I’m set.
On long walk home with laughs behind
From crowds of demons who reject
& so I stumble to this lonely spot
Where no-one will detect.
Where no-one sees me cry & bleed
& wish for blissful death
For I tried to break, I tried to strike
I longed for naked breath.
But death comes close & breaks my heart
In darkest night I fail
Her rejection causes such cruel pain
…Under moonlight cold & pail.

~ another utter rout.
© ed simkins

Eyes Upon You

That I could strip you down
A simple thought of evil deed
Your naked body standing there
I’d inspect with eyes that ration kills
I’d breathe you in & take my time
I care little for the ways of love
A mischievous glimmer that shines upon
I fancy making wait your call
Let insecurity take hold
For when you stand there, naked firm,
Your arms and hands would cover you
& such sweet tender masks that hide
Your face would fall like leaves
Such mangled lies no more disguise
Power soaked and hungry lust
Abiding time would grow in loins
For girl, this child of blossomed youth,
With golden locks which flow through grip,
& Nervous smile of fearful trust
My hands would slowly reach & touch
Your frame of soft, still, tearful love
Interest held and raging tiger paused
I’d rip through time like knives through silk
& dance across your valleys smooth
With loving tongue, a kiss and fire
And squeamish, squirmish fragile skin
Would rage in fresh delights & yearn
I can hardly bide my time or stay
For girl whose spirit yet stands before,
Your slim white body, my beacon born,
I ache for you to slowly strip!
Say no word but smile & see consume
A man behind these secret walls
A man who gazes soft upon
Your charms of such sweet and luscious fun,
If you were here my darling girl
If only you were here…!

~ gazing upon an unspeaking dream, my eyes danced in joy around a strangers frame
© Ed simkins

As you stand before me.

I want you in your golden skin girl! For I fancy & seek your pleasure.
Imagine dreams that come true!
Take off your glasses & smile & see the world so differently. Pretend no more!
Abandon these un-needed games of hide & seek. Just play & stand before me!
Unclasp your sanity & let it drop. Smile, be bashful!
Let your cheeks of pure white snow radiate with joy!
Let me touch you!

Your nervous stance excites me so! I love the flirtation of your virgin thoughts.
So innocent. So sweet. So desired!
Undress the lust that you hold within, bear your scars slowly & daintily!
Caress your cute long hair back as you stand there wondering.
& if you giggled…?

Oh, if you giggled!

Then would I approach in fatherly figure & slowly, tenderly cusp your body into mine.
Our eyes would touch, connect & shine!
My finger drawing a secret veil back beyond, & your cool, soft ears revealed in perfection.
Delicately stroked. I smile.

You’re so beautiful you know!

I’d edge towards an electric kiss, but study & gaze I must upon your youthful tendered flesh.
You; my flower of fun & sweet dessert!
That spring would, could, create any bud that opens as perfectly as you…
I sincerely, strongly doubt!
In lingerie of mystery and night sparkled black, your devilish tempting secrets so lusciously hidden.
You tease me with your cute & contrived playfulness girl.
& how you hide yourself from me; no longer can I resist!
Oh, you with perfect curves, hot, leading!

& So I’d rest my gentle hands on your hips of such slow & dangerous protrusion, that love be made within these hands alone!
& Oh, how long can I stand before my Venus before I eat her whole?!

& then you smile!
You demon you!

Such happiness alight in your female flurry & your warm, spring, blossomed beauty.
Words fail me for the design that’s formed before me!
Sweet Athena, stealer of my heart, let me love you & adore!
My heart is jubilant & breaking for you & heavily passionate in its love for you & you alone!
Smile again my girl & I shall sweetly succumb to blissful serenity!
You my girl are Eden.

~ thinking about you girl! You are truly the most beautiful girl in the world! 
© ed simkins

Naked Apparitions

Raised skirt hides her buried addiction.
Words that flow through broken mind.
I Sleep.
& Dreams begin.
I lie here. A naked astronaut lost in space.
Smoking ideas. Laughing in the quietness of my mind.
I smile. Though I cannot move.

Girl approaches.
The most beautiful vixen on the planet.
Her skin is hot. Her hair flows & her eyes alight.
I’d eat her if I could.

She swirls. A soft spin.
She scratches me.
Her poisonous talons bleed my arms. Muscles ache in yearning.
My dreams are lead. A spirit heavy with drink.

Her lips are moist. I see them glisten. I wish to stroke.
But fortune only pays for easy street walkers.
& She does no harm.
Smoke inhaled. Fluorescent red floats past.
& I rip the air in front of her.
She sweats.

White dress lolls on sheepskin floor. I love this child.
She is stoned & oh so cute.
She kneels before me as I lie on pandered chair. She looks up & I cusp her face in peace.

I kiss her & the dream begins again. Arousal starts in smiles which form across her youthful face.
An edible creature made from desire. I want her. I sought her. & in my mind I now possess her.
This crimson lipped goddess will know of truth tonight!
Will writhe with childish nervousness & focused ecstasy.

This is the girl I tell you about.
This is the girl who knows not of bliss & wanton lust.
Seduce her god & let me tease her.

For care for her I would .
& guide her sordid life, or best corrupt her myself.
& how much would we….or i….enjoy such bliss?
& so I smile.
& sleep.

a kiss.

~ a single kiss. A gentle tender hug of love. I would lead her well.

© 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

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

Waitress with a smile

Excited smiles react from the face that broke into a thousand dreams!
How dare she smile when I caught her eye!
How dare she break the solemn look she wore that night!
But how, how magnificent that she did!
Her perfect – & I mean perfect bottom provoked such raucous response
That normal men could not concentrate on food nor friends!
For roaming back and forth & more
Her perfect wiggle and slender, tender, dreaming legs
Rocked my superficial world and broke me so!
How could a gent not look or glance and watch transformed!
Those tight, tight, tight blue jeans!
Those heels that stabbed through each heart beat!
So instead upon her face I look.
Amazed at such a sturdy face, her anger and her focus true.
But then, & oh my friends, must I tell without a lie of beauty told,
Her focus dropped, her image torn, a thousand rainbows escape in joy;
Her smile!
Her smile!
& yes I know I am but king of man’s superficiality!
This that knows no bounds, but how I enjoy! How I enjoy!
The varied dreams that god inspires;
A girlish waterfall of hair, a ponytail that speaks of youth,
A slender waist and lush white skin,
I dreamt and dreamt and dreamt some more
As imagination undressed her there and then!
In one direction the perfect bum,
The other a hidden face of truth.
& so I smile & then my friends, I smile some more & more & more!
For nothing inspires or simply excites so much
As the superficial beauty of a woman’s touch!
My heart is weak & my loins agree,
& I love Athena – my ecstacy!

~ The story of a straight faced girl, who finally broke her innocent face with a delicate smile

© 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

a fool & his merry mind / a yoga girl in red

fire started when i saw your eyes, my happy heart stuttered.

hours passed before i found the words & thoughts of dreams connected broke.

i smile. a fool & his merry mind.

in dreams.

many have i had since red shirt spoke, she laughed & i was gone.

her complexion fresh, untouched by age. my fingers sought to touch.

i smiled. emblazoned name upon her breast. a name unknown repeats within.

captured moments electrified my heart. still i feel the buzz.

will you ever know the dreams behind these eyes? would you ever read these honest words?

i breath. a deep, happy sigh that fueled the drugs you fed me.

you stayed there. so many questions asked. so many dreams unfurled.

pleasant brilliance & a glowing reputation, you own the world you see. & i sigh once more.

i could dance with you. i love your body. much have i seen already.

& i long.

for desire burns & hunger flames. a simple dream of knowing more. would that God could grant such deeds & dreams.

& I imagine.

for i like your nature. i like the way you stand.

i like your pretty face & the way you scream.

you made me smile.

Could I ask you out? Steal you company & see you more?

We know the answers now, but still I dream.

For fools in caves have nothing but time.

~ Yoga girl met in a happy surprise. & yes, I’m aware of the secret hypocrisy!

(c) Ed Simkins