A World Without Her.

No lips to kiss.
No dream to hold.
No sleeping beauty.
Nor child told.

No basking glory.
No woman who calls.
No allusion to fall for.
Nor romance which stalls.

No changing of rooms.
No crazy nights.
No broken cups.
Nor raucous fights.

No cars collide.
No bed to care.
No long haired carpets.
Nor breakfast shared.

No adventures together.
No feeling like shit.
No put downs or tears
Nor reason for it.

No one to say ‘No.’
No being in the way.
No reason to eat out.
Nor reason to stay.

Life in the fast lane.
The minutes are your own.
Freedom in the slow.
Thoughts kept alone.

Half the world sits silent
The other complains & loves.
But who is the happiest?
& Will I ever know?

~ Contentment is being alone. But excitement?

© Ed Simkins

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Travel Fights The Burning Heart

If love were real then dreams would flow,
And silent tears alone would know,
That smoke & hate are haggard’s thoughts,
From rounded women that money bought.
I’d turn to see my golden child,
My pretty girl with pretty smile.
Imagination keeps her there,
In pleasant place where all men stare.
Adventure calls to far off lands,
With dainty girls & youthful hands,
Orange sun & crazy laughs,
Midnight feasts & camping drafts,
I’ll freeze to death in roadside grass,
Unknown to secret lovers past.
I dream of one who love admires,
The girl who lights my yearning fire,
& there she is; naked, toned,
Fantasies, orgasmic moans,
Whose playful whim, which sparkles so,
& teasing actions that makes things grow.
But plane arrives in Amsterdam,
This girl I leave, her biggest fan,
For if I believed in marriage told,
I’d live with her til I was old,
We’d travel much & love much more,
We’d see the Alps & Pacific shore,
Each bridge we’d cross, I’d stop her still,
& kiss her lips & smile in thrill.
Travel becomes a girl so young,
Like music set to sensual song,
We’d sway in June & sleep in May,
Caress her body each gentle day,
Her warmth in soul it radiates,
& fills my heart with love that aches.
& as I plan & flight will take,
Alone I leave, though not forsake,
That precious dream who resides in me,
How I’d travel with her if love could be.
For call me mad, or call me fool,
God lets me dream, though he is cruel,
I wish to love that naked spark,
& leave this love within her heart.
So let me settle with maiden dear,
& I‘d travel not with distant fear.

~ Happy Travel coming, but I dream so much of HER.
© Ed Simkins

anger with a whore

a red lipped whore with frozen fingers,

telling me not to ask my fucking questions,

you make me sick, you foul my street

you look at me and ya get your kick.

your filthy habits screw my mind

a destitution for those unkind

you lie, you cheat, you leave me weak

you think your magic, you’re only cheap.

you bite the takers, you screw their cash,

you inject your poison & build your stash

i hate you with a venom born

of all the hate that i have learnt.

you sit in filth and break my dreams

understanding nothing of what i mean.

you look in hate with broken eyes

and blame me now for stolen skies

your life, your past, your wearied skin

you think i care for what you did?

you can blame the state, or blame your birth

i dont care what you think you’re worth

i dont care, i live my life

i love my children i kiss my wife.

for you to tell me that i’m wrong

to lead me on for just so long

to get you cash, to get your fix

i hate you woman, & all your sick.

a mistake was made, a bad day had

a bored husband with a weekend fad

you chase me down & i’ll slit your throat

let love and blood together soak.

so i’m off and out, i’ll fix my world

leave you behind my broken girl.

~ staring at candles too long makes you wonder about things

(c) Ed Simkins

nine minutes alone

one last attempt & i shake my head.

my hand transfixed by the beauty of her neck.

it would not move.

her neck was warm, her lips moist and red and brightly shone.

i wished to kiss.

the pause before i escape will be long for i cannot get past her beauty.

But shall I kill or let her sleep?

*I love her*

but then I’ve written that on her walls.

Yet beats of blood splash through her veins. a tear upon her eye.

She sleeps but i guess she knows. She has been here many times before.

i long for her. but i cannot. I must not.

A brightly lit room.

but key in downstairs hall makes me scared. SHE is home & a dream must die.

Or i.

…Or i.

her flaxen hair swirls across the pillows white and her naked body escapes under crumpled clothes.

do you suppose that death should take the virgin fire and encapsulate it in my memory?

With walls of red and a loin that hurts, i know this girl will sleep and gently talk.

for i am God and god does well.

He covets and spies and seeks his pleasure, but yet, see him leave!

& know that angel rests in weary sleep, with weary dreams and weary thoughts.

i leave a kiss. planted on her soft pristine forehead. & I must run.

I must act unwell. I must act the role! the one that says that I am ghost.

& i let her sleep.

& i know that you cannot speak.

(c) Ed Simkins

~ I have no idea! I closed my eyes & this is what I saw!

Eyes of the Night

young girl sleeps in naked form. eyes watch. candles flicker.

shadows dance a midnight secret. truth to be told or his hands just kept still?

girl from next door sleeps on pillow below. a fantasy tempting but no-one will know.

her long soft hair flows through the bed. ends of torment lead to unknown.

not much time before his secret explodes. new dreams ferment & loving hands roam.

a gentle light kisses her shoulder. a touch of caress from a skin much older.

friend of a friend lies silently beneath. this child of an angel who followed her lead.

so simple to taste her, her lips sweet formation.

but resistance is kept, pleasured stimulation.

enough for tonight just to sit & watch her.

a lingering pressure & a soft delicate hand.

kiss goodnight to her gently, his minds eye engorged.

candle is taken & darkness withholds her.

a blanket smile across her form & slowly, carefully, the old man withdraws.

(c) Ed Simkins

Sexual Deliberations

Dear Reader, Dear you, I have an urgent dilemma for you to review:

Would you turn to the stranger with whom you’ve just spent a pound, would you then grab them tightly and lead them around?

Or would you play it by ear and question them a lot? Or would you just give up and run from the shop?

You see, I’ve asked you because you’re an intelligent being, one who cries and laughs and thinks and believes,

But tell me the truth & tell me no lies, & don’t mock me reader or just criticise.

You see I like you & you should witness me now, for I liked that girl a lot but she couldn’t tell how!

So should I have taken my hands up in rage, and thrown her in triumph like a war to be waged

And beaten her senseless though she did me no wrong, just smiled so sweetly and, you know, led me along!

I’m telling you now, because i know very well, that in this land of the blog…i know you won’t tell!

So now reconsider this problem in strife, when my girlfriend behind me passed me her knife.

It was a strange moment for me, for which one do i kiss? The sweet girl on the floor or my original bliss.

Now let me remind you of the girl who began, and then answer me smartly, that’s if you think you can.

My girl from the gym who came shopping with me, all naked and humble and cute as can be

When she told me to hold her i fell for the trap, & in lovemaking she rode me and left blood on my back!

But when she saw that another had taken my eye, whose fault was it now that my fist i let fly

For under her yoke and under her steel, it felt so good to be loved, if only to feel

it just for a moment, and between two fine people, Dear Reader, I ask you, I implore you, am I really a weasel?

& yes I may jest but it’s you that I trust, so tell me Dear Reader, tell me you must!

When I wake in the morning and I find both girls beside, who’d be the happiest & who most surprised?

The strong girl who controls me and tells me my thoughts, or the princess i met and whose eyes I just caught?

You see Dear Reader, I ask you once more, for which of the three of us is really the whore?