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

The games we play.

I can see you.
Face, divine
Perfect, still.
Dreams flower over your maiden skin.
I love you!
Such that roses grow upon the trails of my heart
& we speak, or play, or gallop through the moments of magic within our lives
& like two children of the race, we skip & sing & frolic through the fields of happiness.

You excite me.
Oh, how you excite me!
Your gleaming eyes impress me with their beauty
& Your naked neck seduces.
I power you to the floor with love.

Dreams embolden. Dreams begin.
& You giggle & I hold you close
Childish flirtation takes over
No choice.
The game is on & illusions win.
In these moments of madness I fall for you.

Your smile is golden.
I comb your hair. Caress your locks.
Soft voice sighs.
Your rose tinted cheeks show fire of youth.
Your soft stroked skin smiles.
You’re the most beautiful girl I know.
I wink at you. you laugh.
& time pauses in the mind of joy & bliss.
I love you. & I chase you through the oceans of desire
& we tickle & frolic & play our ages against the sands of time.
& how we laugh.
Oh, how we laugh!

& beauty has ensnared the beast.
But the beauty loves. & worships.
She is safe with him.
For he worships her.
Time bounds their hands in gentle touch
& they smile.
& love begins.
Her pretty face lightens.
My heart roars in want.
I long to be with her
The most beautiful, the most endearing, the most charming girl in the world.
& I love her.
Oh, how I love her!

~ a fool for his muse
© ed simkins

I look at your face

& I think.
Can I undress you? Wrap you in soft blanket?
All scarlet & fluffy, all warm & all sunny.
For My girl, I would hold you so near,
& stroke teasingly, gently, your precious sweet ear
& Caress lovingly your hair with a manner so fair
For your curls & your whispers that flow & which ebb,
With desire & affection entwined in love’s web,
& those petals of love which glow on your cheeks,
& your cute little nose which my fingers do seek,
I’d glide over features around curves of the night,
Your sexy little dimples which stoke up delight.
& as you smile & I burn, sensations will roar,
For I look at your face & my passion wants more.
The gentlest skin, your hue of red fire,
I long to caress, to pause & admire.
Such happy lips that the world has yet seen,
My dreams of ivory that leads me within.
I would hold you & cup you, & then tracing your lip,
As your eyes they do sparkle & my heart it does slip,
You smile & you giggle & I rip out my heart
& I place it before you, for it’s all but a start.
You see I hold you in worship, for I know that it’s right,
Your hands on my shoulders when my breathing is tight.
So giddy you are, so perfect & true,
No idea about love, no idea I see you.
We pause in brief moments & alive I exist
Holding & kicking for this moment to persist.
I could kiss you, I could love you, I could worship & more.
I could tell you I love you – That I need you and more!
That I live in that moment, that I pray for the next.
For who wants to live life as a titanic wreck?
So I say that I’m sorry but I love you too much.
I would read you my poems & I’d strive for your touch.
I’d tell you of passion, of my dreaming’s for you.
& I tell that my readers, these strangers so true,
Are witness to love that I have for sweet grace,
& a measure of the feeling that I have from your face,
Yours which smiles & laughs & joys & entraps,
I love you sweet angel,
I love you.
Read that.

~ Her face. I just love her face!

© Ed Simkins