In Speaking

There she is my friends,
My sweet angel of smiles & salutations.
My pretty little heartbreaker,
My Athena of the night!

Dreams are filled with pretence & sighs as she snuggles closely to my wanton skin
My head filled with desire
My heart with fire
& my soul with wise words of caution & delight.

She smiles in her talk, as her words of wonder wrap themselves tightly around me
I’m in heaven!

I love watching her form her speech. The pressure of her lips, the show of white teeth.
She appeals to me. Kind, over familiar ideas gush through the ether between her & I find myself agreeing with everything she says.
I cant help but douse myself in everything she is.

I want to kiss her.
I want to impress.
I want her to turn around & laugh & sing & dance & hold my hand & look me in the eye
& smile.

& she just stands there in earnest appeal.
That face!
That delicate, innocent, sweet, sensational face which drives me mad!
Let me hold you.
& tell you of the dreams I surround you with.

I bid you.

~ even in distance she drives me nuts! 😛
© ed simkins 2015

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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

& I wish that you were mine!

The perfect one has stained my mind,
With a cerebral night of bliss
Her sacred eyes, her tender form
Her fresh sweet lips which kissed

I lie here naked in the morning star
A smile upon my face
Her pleasant ways & charming wit
Have shot me into space!

My world is rocked each time she plays
She sings & smiles & talks
She sets me free with words which speak
– We’re a pair of impish dorks!

I grin insane, I laugh today
I see her in my mind
A girl of beauty, charm & fun
I want her all the time!

Angelic frame & youthful stance
This memory I hold
Delicious face & sterling jest
A girl of smiling soul.

Reduced to silly rhymes of dreams
I latch onto these thoughts
These memories of nights of bliss
That angel sent has brought.

I sigh, I sigh & sigh again
At the fun of which she brings
& heart erupts in giddy joy
I hear the heavens sing!

I care no little that ramble cries
In un-poetic form
Cause I’m sat here smiling dear sweet friends,
On a calm & sunny morn

I try so hard to relive those deeds,
Those moments shared in bliss
& dream that as we spoke in smiles
we played & gently kissed.

Her pretty face, her gentle ways
Bring alive my ageing heart
& passion never knew of lust,
I hate when we’re apart!

We dance & laugh & fun is had
& secret winks are shared
I love our moments lost in space
I love when dreams are paired

I could talk & pray & continue on
I could never un-love this girl
Who affects me so & sends me mad
& sets my heart a-whirl!

So tell me stop, or I will stay
& talk of love & awkward charms
& send a million prayers to God
To see her in my arms.

Oh dreams will flow that I do hold
In mind which sees her so
& I proclaim my love for her, my sweet,
A seed of grace I sow

I stand before the world at large,
& with truth, I tell to thee,
I love this girl & all her ways,
My girl I wish she’d be.

I find it hard to imagine life,
Without her smiling face
& know that one sad, tragic day
She’ll leave without a trace.

So tell her god, & tell her now,
That love already waits
That i, this fool, would love her so,
Whatever it would take.

~ To Her. My dream. My smiling, wonderful…dream. You are perfect & beautiful. & I adore you so, so very, very much. I love you. I love you with all my heart.

© ed simkins

Legs in tights.

The dichotomy of my actions.
Dreams inspired by provocative sight,
& thoughts which reach for maiden girl.
Unknown. Unspoken. Distant stood.
I lust for her.
For you.
You sacred sweet virgin dream.
To you a ghost I am which wanders through the world in silence.
To me, inside my mind, a dark stalking panther eager to pounce.
I see you.
& those legs!
Oh, those legs!
The legs of a gazelle which scream at me to chase her across the floor
& that I could, & I would!!!
I would!
With bitten tights and bloodied flesh would I take you down!
& please.
& see you squirm & moan & beg.
But I stand here.
A silent stalker basking in the glory of your eyes
& your legs.

Legs.
Legs Which rise from earth to the mighty stars above
& speak a thousand joys of curved, elongated fantasy.
Arousal mounts as I drawl for you!
Teeth sharp & ready, mind high on desire.
Oh, that I could hug you.
Would I thrash you with such sweet ecstasy!
& make you smile.

No need for tears that morning brought my dear,
You should have spent your time with me!
Pleased the silent one with company of youth
& watched him charm & fool & act your knight.

But fate eludes.
& I watch you instead.
& grey tights which roll like waves along your legs speak to me.
Inspired short skirt alludes to bliss
& My eyes wander happily across your naked skin,
Etching out every curve you have & sighs.
Each time I catch a glimpse of you
Legs & height, slim body tight
& face which asks for me to start again.
Or pounce.

~ on seeing a precious one cry & dress so well. Oh happy dreams!
© ed simkins

Fifty pounds to dream!

You are supreme!
A perfect dream who talks to me!
My sweet Lolita, my dearest child, my drunken dream & fantasy!
You drive me wild!
& little do you know!!!!
How many times can I scream and yell your name & declare my eternal affection?! – Nay, love!

You drive me insane my girl!

I see you there with such, such, sweet hesitancy
& how you walk!
& How you smile with nervous delights & tease me with electric pleasure!
I cannot cope! I cannot love no more than this!
& here I am – purging volcanic words of love and need upon the world
& all because I cannot tell you my sweet!
Oh poor me!
Poor, poor me!!!

You’re in my mind!
Again & again have I captured you there.
Your bosom prying for my attention as your lips speak in seductive honesty.
You cannot see me. Nor the rampage of thoughts that drill through my mind.
I’m yearning & aching & going out of my mind with how much I seek you!
& then you declare, with rye abandonment, that purchase can be made
& I tease!
Oh, how I tease!
& another dream begins!!!

Pay the cash – pay the cash!!! For would I wish to spend a night with you alone?
Oh god, if one were true, would I thrust a wallet full of gold within your hands
& upon my knee would I beg, plead, implore you to stay with me!
& thence within the warmth of my heart would I seduce & undress your fatal charms!
& kiss with such tender lips those which talk
& upon your freckles would I gaze and gentle fingers slowly caress
Across your clothes which would fall upon the virgin floor
& oh, oh dreams would complete the rest of naked wish!

Your ebullience & radiance & awkward hesitancy seduce me!!
I am so, so in love with you!
& here, far from the awkwardness of your presence, I shout to the world!
– I love you!
I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!
& you are perfect beyond any imagination!!!
So please my god, allow this kiss to reach & press her sacred lips
& tell her that I would do anything, anything, to hold her here,
so close to me tonight.

~ to the most beautiful girl I know; she who seduces me without knowing!
© ed simkins

When the Sun Smiles Down

Goddess stands before me, teasing me there
Smiling with beauty & combing her hair
She’s happy I’m naked & she’s playing her game
Driving me mental with the thoughts in my brain
I’m breathing the air & I’m having such fun
& She says in this start, that I’ve only begun.
I dance in the garden & I skip and I play
And she asks me with interest if I’ve something to say
& I bow down politely, & I say that I have
That I want a girl’s body soaped in my bath
& she giggles and she laughs and she blushes in the sky
& she says to me lad, with this laughter I’ll cry
What else would you like if I gave you the chance?
I suppose with such notions you’re after romance?
& I replied with a grin that stretched to my ear
Yes dear goddess, I’m certain that’s clear!
I’d like to do things and see many places
I’d travel the world & kiss pretty faces
I’d swim in the sea without danger of sharks
I’d fly in the wind & I’d love in the parks
I’d love to hold hands with the most beautiful girl
& I’d show her adventures all over the world
I’d seduce every girl that I saw & I liked
& I’d conquer every mountain I knew on my bike
But since I’m talking to myself & I’m probably insane
I’d be happy in this garden if I could only remain
For I like this sensation, this feeling of calm
When I breathe in so deeply and I stretch out my arms
I bow to you sun & in yoga complete
& I reach for the ground, with my head to my feet
The ants in their rush & the woodlouse so busy
The flowers in their beauty & I’m excitingly dizzy
& I stand up & smile with the intake of air
Standing up naked, just clothed by my hair
& I love your true peace, & I love you warm sun
& I’m enjoying the thought that life’s just begun.
So continue to smile & continue to love
& always for me, stay there above!

~ out of bed & standing in the garden…just breathing. That’s happiness!
© 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