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.

Longing

Intensive loving of the soul
Hers
Mine
Dreams flowing like the water spilling through the air.

A cold morning mist surrounds and kisses her gentle skin.
I’m terrified of losing her.
The sacred one.
The special one.

I’ve touched her in so many ways
& listened when her gentle shakes tickled my bones below
Set fire to the fuel inside this mind
My love exudes in stolen spillage.

I held her close & tortured her sacred youth
Dreams filled with passion & the longing of the night
I cry behind her
Tears swelling in the poison which I retain for her.

I’m trapped by this love
Unknown by this love
Fenced in and chained
A secret swept behind the prison door.

(c) ed simkins 2017

My Present

There she is…
The most beautiful girl in the world.
Just looking at me.
Smiling.
With Portal eyes of secret dreams.

I can’t but gaze upon her.
Dream of the things she says & does to me.
She wants to work with me.
She wants to be with me.
Flirtatiously lovely, she wants to wear skirts for me.

She’s my luscious tease.
‘No!’ she declares with a wide open grin
& the look of love bursting through her happy eyes.
& she stands by me
Or close before.

& I breathe her in.
Her fragrant hair,
Her warmth & closeness.
I pull her closer,
I cup her bum.

& I want to caress her perfect face,
Tilt my head & kiss her lips.
Seduce her body young,
& tell her of the thoughts I keep for her,
& forever keep this day the same.

I love her deeply.
My daily present wrapped & fine.
I haven’t told her what happens to every gift
How slowly I’d unwrap & gaze upon
& how, how I’d love my gift for evermore.

– & what does she want for xmas this year I asked? – to be with me she said. She’s killing me!
© ed simkins 2016

A day in love.

Part one
She runs to me.
She smiles & words of happiness exchange.
I smile & curiosity & need become her friend.
I am god around her & the prince of joy.
I love her
& we talk of things of evening past & share.

Part two.
Her hair is braided in unknown ways.
Old desires resurface through the joys of angel’s locks.
I’d mentioned in days before of how she holds her perfect silk
& love replied with such delight
& beckons smiles & I adore.
I love her hair
& wish my hands could through hers swim.
I touch, caress & breathe her in.
She lets me play & I am God.

Part three.
Secret ear & naked skin
I am excited & torn by the desire to caress & kiss & bite.
Each perfect line across her thoughtful head leads me to her smile
Her pure white cheeks, her crimson lips, her sensual profiled arc of nose.
Where could I end but kiss & repeat & kiss & more.
I love her.
My perfect gem.

Part four & last
She watches me.
What thought crosses her mind when she looks upon the things I do in earnest to be with her?
What pity she gives to know I long for her, that man unknown worships her?
That man could kiss & hold & love her for ever more & dreams in strong desire.
For her.
Her perfections control me. Own me.
& I would give the world, the whole damn stinking world to be with her.

For I love her.
I love every single perfect thing about her.
& I am hers in dreams.

– another day with her
(c) ed simkins 2016

Around her

In my mind she lies upon my bed of white
Her long, fringed, brunette hair begging to be stroked.
Her naked young body appealing, transfixing me with its beauty.
I savour this sight.

I’d picked up her before
My arms raising her pretty little face high & close to mine.
Her hair cascaded upon my skin & tickled me
My heart sang & I smiled in love.

She’d shared some chocolates with me earlier
Told me of her family
Declared war on her sister
Shared stories of her brothers.

She’d ran towards me in the park
I saw her & pretended not to notice
Her beaming face whirled around my ecstatic mind
I leant in & kissed her sweet fine lips.

In a world of friends I’d pulled her in,
Tried to tease & jest & caress her chin.
She played so seriously, ignoring me but then
In secret moments of thought, she let me in.

My heart was up & down & inside out today
I let her control my mind & tease my soul.
I’m her puppy, her playful fool.
I love her too much & I hope she knows.

I lie her down on my bed tonight.
I’ll hold her close & kiss her softly.
Breathe her in so deeply & wrap myself around her.
In my empty bed I dream of her.

– based on reality, the dream continues
© ed simkins 2016

Fun Flirtation

Hidden deep within the world of layers, hands explore, engage,
Fingers reach for sensual signs of naked flesh & tease you so.

Erotic thoughts storm through the owners mind & reach.
Charged desire fuels his want & girl is pulled, the game begins.

She smiles & laughs at such aggression, electric stimulation upon his ears.
Her hair flies wild in jubilation, her playful body launches toward.

He grabs & steals, her clothing his, her lips approach & thoughts explode
Oh to caress her soft young face as she gazes fondly, this foolery exists.

She squirms & writhes & laughs so loud, her teasing body fondles his.
Press my dear, press against & shun the world, show love to me & press.

Her smooth white hands hold onto his, enwrapped, she cannot now escape or wants,
Their lips so close, her sexual breath, hair of silk breezes round gracious neck.

I hold her close as close can be & through my eyes I show her love.
Her contact’s warm & she pleases me, her smile’s alight & she is mine.

Fabric rises & tickles encroach, angel excites & with me she’s content,
Mastered by the foolish one, we love & kiss & playful games are made & won.

Love is king in secret, hidden moments of playful layers,
I long for the game to forever last & fingers kiss forever more.

– I am God with her.

© ed simkins 2016

Playful Smiles Beseech

Such cheek beguiles me.
She says ‘no’ in such a jocular happy way that I cannot but ignore her demands & carry forth my evil plan.
She teases me.

She stands on me. Literally stands on me.
Two feet on either one of mine and my mind enjoys. Sings! Screams please god never leave!
& we smile.
Oh god do we smile.
Like two secret millionaires who know the truth about ourselves but hide from those who seek a dollar tab.

We laugh & flirt and she calls my name. she takes her hand & places it on mine.
She says hers are cold. I ignore the fact.
Her hand is there, that’s all I care.

I flit her hair.
Oh god her hair! I smile with the thought!
A puff of air blown from lips which seek to kiss and taste and play, explodes against her gentle fringe.
& fireworks of joyful laughter erupt across the air between us
& we smile in our secret world.

She pressed herself against my weakness known. Glided so gently.
She paused and her tiny chocolate eyes gazed deep into mine.
Did she know the truth of how I felt? Did she know how the demon wished to stroke her naked flesh?
She teased me with her breast as well.
Pushed up close against my resting hand & smiled so no words would form in stuttered mouth of mine.

I am bewitched by her!
Happy & distraught & lost to her.
That I could control the world around me & pin her down.
Or spend a thousand years in eating her.
One slow steady kiss at a time.

– my angel. Time spent with her is not time enough.
Ed simkins © 2016

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

The Return

A greeting to the ghosts and the dreams of my youth!
A returning brave hero now circles his walls.
Dreams are engaged and the photo’s they talk
Of brilliance in day’s & nights in the wood.

Germania she took me and only just left
She slept on my pillow and spoke in my dreams.
Of Laughter and danger, and distance which sped,
Through fields & of worship & heavens which sung.

I come back to you, in the moments that I pause
Drifting through the senses evoked by the thought.
Kisses & smiles & bodies in heat
Nature in blossom, & rivers which seek.

By my side the sweet girl, holding out hand
& Her maps which they roam and flutter unplanned.
Destinations lapped and lost on the road
Sights & equations, secrets untold

Then the times of his trouble, when he fell off his bike
& the blood it ran quickly, congealed & it glowed.
Kissing the floor of the forest so sacred
Naked like a Roman, engaged with relief.

But he’s back now, she’s gone, the fine lady with face
Who’s taking her time to stand at my door.
Invited and undressed she stands youthful, refreshed
Moving me on, this girl I love best.

What is love?

Love is the abject dereliction of my sanity.
Of intelligence and wit and knowledge born of thought.
And sacrificed to the beauty of a smile!
& not even of that one which comes before in impassioned light
No! Not even that!
But that which arrives like a gleaming horse through majestic night
And brings forth news of joy through conversation held with…
With HER.
& I smile.

For love is but a quiet insanity of the mind!
Love is knowing all is stupid and worthless and fate will kill
But the heart goes on.
For it is trapped.
Inspired
But trapped.
For in the beauty of another one’s mind will soar a thousand dreams!
& dance upon a thousand more!
& hearts will flutter and skip and shake without repose
Upon the minutest little hope!
A word, a thought, the briefest deed.
And sunk without a trace in the moments passed

That is love.

An illness.
A mindless torture of the soul
A giddy run through naked fields knowing that in any moment the world will end
& send you down to hell again.

& so she takes your very soul
& watches you giggle like a fool.
For love.

& I am smitten

By this thing called love.

~ entrapped by love
© ed simkins