A Touch

Gem played and teased and danced and laughed
& all the while the room grew darker with dreams of want
Blame the man who wanted her?
Or feel the love he holds for her?

She turns and dresses flow across the knees of desire
A soft fragrance from her braided hair.
Twenty seven and seventeen
Hunger ate at the man who wanted more.

Hands, soft in poise and urgent alarm, held back
But tortured mind broke the bonds of lust and lured in,
Skin,
Skin,
Skin of love!

She laughed surprised as flesh touched flesh
A gliding hand
A welcomed, unknown strangers hand
Curious, pleased, enticed.

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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

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

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

A Letter to Unica

Unica.
Dear sweet Unica.
I see you. & I smile. I could cry with such sweet intense happiness. I am a fool for you! Besotted & insane! That I sigh for you is true! That each moment, each second in which you look at me I die a thousand happy deaths, for in you I know I shall have lived! Excitement burns my merry heart & I know that I am crazed, but I cannot care. For…for I love you. with all my heart & every single beating pulse & nerve which smiles right now; I love you!
& though that is insane & will cause me nothing but heartache or pain, it is, I believe so strongly, nothing but apparent & true.
I love you.
I love your little walk & nervous gait, I love your hair of braids & sweet array, I love your smile which tries to hide but beams for me….because of me? Your giddiness & your sweet, sweet approach, your lips of fire, your eyes which evoke such passion within, your perfect nose & rosey cheeks. Your cute little ears, your luscious neck. Your skip & wit & cheek with which you bite me with. You drown me in your loveliness & I succumb!
I love your talk, your snippets of chat, your giggles which kill me off with such strong desire! Oh I am loon! That I know, & that I here admit. But oh, oh but!!!! But if I could spend my time with any one person on this planet it would be you!!! not through lust, though your beauteous form attracts me with little encouragement, or that bedtimes fantasies corrupt my mind – though your naked skin affects me so! But that the wonder of your delicate & earnest ways attract me so that I cannot but smile around you!
I adore you!!!
I wish we could chat the night away! See the morning star arise with such happiness on your face that we’d do it again and again & conversations would flow & ebb & stir repeatedly. You interest me. You engage me. You affect me. You make me grin. You raise me up!
& when you smile or light up in wondrous laughter for me!!!!….my god I am reborn again!!!!! Oh that I would & do love you!!! so intensely! So very much! I would treat you right & learn from all my hideous mistakes & I would bask you in fulsome & honest glory & simple, unadulterated love & strength.
For I love you.
& the world knows of my madness, for I am but stupid for you. & here I write…
I love you.
For you make my world a happy place & you are the very centre of my being.
You are my breath.
& you are my dream.

& I wish that god could let me love you.
& see you smile the way you smile for me.

I love you.
I just love you.

~ it’s not poetry, I know, and I wrote too fast, but, I had to get her out of my head! She is magnificent!
© ed simkins

Death

Death is a girl who lies naked & happy on my blanketed sofa.
Smiling thighs protrude like spies below the edges of her delicacy.
I worship her.
A Crimson throw cushions her flesh of youth & protects her joyful modesty from longing & my gaze.
Wrapped up in fun, she waits patiently as I write for her this gentle, little ode.

She promises me a kiss.
A slow tender, succulent intoxication of lust.
I desire her.
& I will caress her hair soon in moments of fond seduction.
Smooth warm shoulders watch my steady hand type.
I can see from here
Her undressed super sternum notch & the gentle descent of where I’d like to be.

Immaculate & pretty
Her face warms my sordid imagination.
I can see love in her eyes.
Sparkling pools of dreams.
I thirst for her kiss.
Her blood red finger nails await my pleasure.
Torn flesh will cry.
Her marbled curves of delight will sigh in soft abatement.
& I will fall.

She wakes me up from dreaming here.
She smiles.
She says I should finish & come sit beside her & join her far beneath the blanket surrounding her.
I am captivated.
Foolish.
& in love.

I can sit with her in paradise.
Slow kisses & perfect dreams.
For hours we will gaze upon the beauty of what we represent.
& with that, I bid you farewell.
My siren beckons
& I am hers.

~ The girl on my couch.
© ed simkins

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

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

Giving Up.

She walked around naked today, but I didn’t care.
I was wrapped up in the deficiencies of my mind.
Her false glasses and beautiful blonde hair aroused an ego far from truth
but the telephone call lied to me, I dropped her hat & smiled & walked away.
I’ve gone past caring for the considerations of others. They don’t exist!

Girl with wet hair stood & smiled. A shower room full of fantasies & wet thoughts.
But I just threw her a towel around you see. My mind is now divided by bitter recriminations!
The fallacy of the female form. A perfect dream. A dangerous liaison.
Her perfect face reminded me off a Bavarian hegemony
With her white little collar & her soft faded freckles.
I kissed her once & made her bleed, but lies were told & her manners jaded
I knew it was time to walk away. Seems all dreams break in crystal shreds.

& two girls loved, made out on a soft oval bed, sighs were passioned & the action was hot
But the night was too long & the practice bored, who was it really that imagined it all?
No-one kissed & all was fake, a woman’s heart is stone for lies.
Escape to gardens bright in flowered flesh.

I found myself in a bright sun lit, trying hard to cleanse my soul
Screams from across the world & painful sin, made life hard to live at all
But the sun warms hope in a battered man, always wanting, bleeding dry
I sit by river, lake or silent sea, a tranquil seat of clouds & dreams
The past is dead, though the stone will stay, no present seen & future gone
Here the distance merges fate with time & me, In point I stop the bloody fight,
I cease the pain, I aim to sit, here in perpetual, momentary, empty bliss.

~too much time in life spent in fight. Tonight I surrender. Or escape.
© ed simkins

yogini lust

Her perfect breasts remind me of my youth & smile
Teeth marks left in swan white neck
Dreams seduce in secret beats
I stand there, my favourite girl undressed

Her golden skin illuminates my soul
Curved & lean & market fresh
I laugh & smile with childish delight
i sense in several thousand ways

her braided hair my eyes desire
alluring lead to back which arcs
& curves that swim to pleasant shores
To touch or kiss a ticket bought

Arousal built in dream transpired
The way she moves it kills me off
Lust is born in naked thrust
I long to wrap her up in love

I smile a devils thought & deed
She knows not of the hidden strength
Her fragile arms will beseech me now
As lips will meet in pleasant touch

I caress her face & worship her
I bite & tear & play with her
She squirms in mocking fight & screams
But beads will roll in heated bliss

I watch her smile as she breaks my name
& entry forced in desert sand
Pinned her down & power grown
This naked beauty, dream of mine

She speaks no sound & I will love
The desire of such a perfect form
Where tongue or eyes or tender hands
Will flow like rivers roam

I see her there, a stranger yet
I’m seeking to strip & tear her clothes
To see her lustful ache & moan
Embarrassed sighs will take.

As rest becomes & girl is worn
I write her secret words of love
I kiss her lips & roses left
My eyes do gleam upon her youth.

& bid repeat in sacred ways
Where love will grow inside her heart
& tell her now of thoughts insane
Addiction dealt with naked girl

~ I saw her body there before me; how I long! HOW I long!
© ed simkins