Love Upon her Face

She Smiles!

Lord she smiles!

She smiles & my face is a burning, glowing wreck of all these distant dreams!

Her face is bright!
Her face is alive & free & scrunched up in such purity!

Because of me!

Because of me?

That I should care that some other power or source or deed or whimsy provokes her beauty to fire into such perfect form!
Yet I doubt in every second & every chance & every thought, I doubt & I am saddened & disturbed & wholely confused that I am not but the gift to her which creates such fun & sweet delicious scenes of joy.

For I am selfish!
& human!
& far in need of her to love me.

I pause.
& think of her.
& see her face.

That beautiful, delectable, delicious face.

That I could tell her of my thoughts & wants & heartfelt dreams.
That I could stand there before her & hold her hand or cusp her face & say these words which fall out well upon this naked page
& show her love.

For even with the sin of man bursting from deep within my ageing heart,
I love her!

& love should be the source & centre of all that which beams upon her golden face!

That happy, cherished, perfect, beautiful face.

That I should love & she should know.
But words remain a secret & to her unknown.

– Her face enthrals me.
© ed simkins 2016

Hidden Games.

Fragile bones and purity, yearning under clothes
Dreams of passion, thorns & a rose.
Crimson t-shirt is worn, hidden white skin
Searching inlets towards, finding secret ways in.

She stands there before me, silent & still
Carrying notice of her determined innocent strong will.
I long to hold her, such is the greed
Hunger my soul mate, my angel my need.

I bite with my talons, I pull and I bend her
Tie her to my passion, touch with a feather.
Entrap & surround her, hand on her waist
Courting with desperation, seeking her face.

Straight lipped & she’s gazing, off to the side
Searching, no doubt, for a den & to hide.
I grasp & I clamp her, reigning her in
Pressing against her with the love of my sin.

She succumbs & she wriggles, she aches & she groans,
Faking her pleasure to the disgust of my moans.
Time out is called & the masks go back on
Saying goodbye til the faces have gone.

Waving her off with a smile & a wink
I worry if I affect the way that she thinks.
I seek only love & I worship her face
But the deeds which I show seem so out of place.

Though tomorrow will come & I’ll scream out her name
Command her through fear with more of the same.
But I’ll do it with love, though the outcome remains
Girl who he loves, & Boy who’s insane.

– a confused relationship
© ed simkins 2016

Redhead naked.

Redhead lies naked, calm, seductive
Goose bumps crawling, wandering across her pure white skin.
I smile.
& breathe her in.

The stainless steel blade flickers under the midnight moon.
She’s cold, calculating, lethal, still
But she teases me
& my eyes glide naturally across her lustful reflection

My girl is fresh.
She’s breathing, undressed.
Perfect summer dress, creased & laid bare.
Muscles refrained from movement made.

My hands approach, controlled & warm
Erotic tension built, a grasping stare
Smooth, crisp, clinical grip
& Blade untarnished; resting there.

Her skin beckons me
& My senses flicker as they stroke her youthful shell,
Autumnal hair of red delight
Her pefect breasts, her thin white neck.

The Knife it strokes.
A cool, clean tingle flashes
She gasps
I smile.

I kneel beside her, examining, admiring
A tender finger glides around the curves of this perfect creature
Her white virgin flesh, yet untouched by sin
I reach in & kiss; explosion of taste devine

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

~ passion & a redhead…that’s all I can say!! 😛
© Ed Simkins

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

On Returning Home…

Hey useless!

if i started to tell you that ‘you’re full of shit!’ would you laugh and giggle just like you should?

& if i smacked your head because you pissed me off would you roll your eyes and flirt some more?

& if pushed you away and screamed at you ‘Bitch!’, would you still climb the stairs off up to our bed?

well, it’s been a long day you see & my fucking meal is late & the house is a bloody mess!

so i wonder if you care or another replacement should i find.

and your music is blasting and the mail unopened and therefore should i consider what it is you provide?

for when i’m out and a-working what the hell do you do? how much money do you raise? & who’s fucking you?

oh, did i swear? did i say something wrong? or am i just playing that role you that love?

the one of the old guy, the one who takes control. the old man with money who just comes along

and plays with his girl, makes her cry and then laugh, the one with the muscles, the one who’s just daft.

is this the role you want me to play? am i doing well? have i made your day?

you’re a funny little girl, with your curious deeds, being mother all day then loving me.

i guess we should marry, but what would that change?

& yes, i’m smiling at you cause you drive me insane.

ah thank you babe, the dinner’s done!….& what’s that for afters?

oh yeah. it’s time for your fun! 😉

– i do love you!

x

(c) Ed Simkins