Bottles of Love

I kissed her.
Took my lips and placed them on the red rivers of this perfect child.
& Kissed her.

Stroked her golden skin
& kissed her.

Smiling between bouts of illusion
I twisted her locks between my joyful fingers
& kissed her.

Yes, I am drunk.
Intoxicated with the belief that I am god and she my princess.

I ripped her clothes.
A mean jest to touch her silken skin.
Stroked her.
Made her gasp.
Made me smile.

Her eyes questioned my reality.
I leaned in and kissed her once more.
She was mine and I could not let her go.
Would not let her go.

She stood there naked.
Smiling confused and gasping.

I held her close.
Simple things were spoken by the confused one.
But I loved her.
& still I do.

I lay her down to rest & fell asleep with her deep within my arms.
My girl is everything to me.
& I am still drunk with her desire.
I love her & I know I always will.

– nights of longing without her
© ed simkins 2017

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Frustration

I’m losing my mind.
Trapped with these walls of stone.
Lost within a world in which I have no say.
No control.
No way to do the things I wish to do.
Or bring her close.

& there she is,
Fate herself.
The perfect one.
Naked.

That smile.
That face.
That body.
All within my mind.

I’m lost.

I cross the lines of sanity when I’m with her.
I laugh & joke & play & tease & freedom shows no knowing concern.

& then I’m here.
Here within my cell of life .
& I’m obsessed.
Addicted.
Forced to be without her.

Life is cruel.
Life is bland.
Life…is the rocks beneath this cliff upon which I stand…
Without her.

I bow my head to fate.
I know my role.
My curtailed situation.
I know I dream.
I know I love.

The day it ends is always a day too soon.
& another lonely day folds without her.

– the weekend.
© ed simkins 2016

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

Her Perfect Bum

The perfect bum sits cupped within my gold struck hand
Unannounced, but smiling, & perhaps a little planned.
Delectable firmness of the perfect butt.
Grinning smiles hidden within the daily rut.
Escape was on & this was it
Curving tenderness, firm & fit.
The things I’d like to do to her, to each pert little cheek
To Stroke, caress, to search & seek
Find the valley that leads deep within
Corrupting her, creating sin.
I held her there for the longest time
Knowing she loved me, that she was mine.
My loins they tingle, I’m searching for her flesh once more
I’m lost to addiction & I seek no cure
I’m happy here, her ghost cheeks small & veiled
Despite her clothing, tight & nailed.
I can’t break in, but I surely would
if only it was she & I – I know I could!
But the voices of the masses were loud & many
& my confidence, well I aint any!
Still, I held her close & I stroked her bum
My best friend in smiles, my perfect chum!
My hands are happy, my palms still grinning
My mind is smiling, my heart is sinning.
The sense of her in my hopeful hands
Adds further delusions to this longing man.

– smiles upon the sinful soul 
© ed simkins 2016

How long the devil plays!

Lust
& Fire
Scarlet temptress stands naked, alone.
Sweet, soft curving rear
Fingers touch & moan.

Cravings for her virgin tears
Smiles of nerves explore.
Demon’s madness wander
Pushing deep towards her core.

Undressed, so young
These silent moments matter.
Intense burdens of their love
Against her heart will shatter.

Tiptoed ballerina stance
& lips of bitten thought.
Encourage longings old
For the touch he’s always sought.

Held in perfect strokes & hand
Slowness is the devil’s deed.
Her perfect, sensual posterior held
With hidden power & lustful greed.

Silence.
Perfect ear shattering silence.
His fingers explore, caress in silence
Pure gem of love is stroked
Gateway opened, broken, violence.

– with love comes lust
© ed simkins 2016

Naked Kiss

Look at her.
Standing naked, smiling on my stairs.
With her again I’m grinning.
I’m stunned by her innocence.

Her soft hands caress the banister with nervousness.
My excitement flinches with lust for her.
The morning star dances in streaks across her pale skin.
& Her hair flows with undue care down upon those perfect shoulders.

I smile at her. My eyes gleaming with the passion that only angels attract..
I’m taken in by her beauty and she repays me with joy.
My eyes sing and dance and kiss every feature of her petite frame.
I beckon her over with a single wink.

Feet, cold & fragile, skip across the wooden floor as she heads straight for.
I love her holding me, her arms wrapped tightly around her master’s bod.
I encircle and my hands glide lovingly across her curves and smooth white folds.
She smells of perfection & our embrace is secure & tender close.

She stands before me
& the smiles upon our faces beam with every sense of love & lust, respect & wild want.
Oh I want her. This perfect form which excites in every breath she inhales.
“I love you!” I say, I caress her hair once more, & morning kiss is soft and luscious.

I wish this moment would last an eternity.

(c) ed simkins 2016
– The morning after crazy desire. Angel is perfect. I’m drowning in want for her.

Girl in Red Pleasure.

Blanket red wraps around her naked body.
She is sleeping now.

Entrapped within her female grip
I loved her well.

She smiled throughout.
She smiled & sighed & scratched my skin.

Her blood so red entwined with mine.
Her gentle breathing now soothes my sin.

Stillness of the midnight air pervades.
I wrap my body, now spent, around her tight.

She’s warm to me, she holds me close.
Her features delicate and perfect please my soul.

her hair a final midnight kiss, I love this girl.
Her happiness ensnares my ageing dreams.

& we sleep tonight.

ed simkins (c) 2016

Crazy for you.

Undress for me.
Stand and shiver in darkened light.
I long for thee.
For single word you spoke tonight.

I yearn for you.
Your cherished face which I adore.
Aching, smiling, wanting you.
Now without, in need of more.

I long for you.
A sweet delicious, smiling thrill
In awe of you.
That God were real, then I would kill.

Your braided hair
Your soft delights
Your Nervous neck
So Virgin white.

& your beaming face
Which strikes my heart
Lost in space
& now departs.

My secrets told
In honest signs,
But My heart is bold
In these written lines.

That you were stood so close & near
Knowing of no midnight fear
Then hands of mine would tender be
& kiss your skin, so longingly.

& your cheeks of rosey simplicity
Would smile with touch & honesty
For child, or girl, or woman known,
For you my love, my heart has grown.

~ for you. the girl of my dreams.
© ed simkins 2015

Headache Visions.

i imagine you.
alone.
Asleep.
I’m ill.

You’re soft white skin
Illuminates
A star.
I’m sick.

Approaching.
Perfume, fragrance smelt.
Eyes to darkness adjust.
I gaze in wonder known.

Pause.
A sweet & gentle dream fulfills my mind.
Rosy cheeks & perfect look.
A tear falls. I do not touch.

Pause.
& Breathing meditative.
I love you.
& Your naked body sleeps.

Lips glisten.
Smiling hair of joy.
I caress your cheeks.
A petal kiss.

~ awakening from a heavy summer sleep, i dream of you. I wish to touch but can’t.
(c) ed simkins

To HER, my secret fantasy.

That I sit and dream in a world where no-one knows.
Or cares.
Or shows the appetite of sweet delight which grows & swirls
Within my mind.

& there you’ll find,
The truest form of sweet devotion & strong desired, desperate emotion attached to the woman who plays within my mind.

& love.

Love,
A taste of such sweet fair consumption
Attractive thoughts of heart’s eruption.
Which plays upon the soul of her who does not know.
Although,
Perhaps despite crazed words I send, she’ll fend off modes of longing holds!
Oh, these arms which yearn to purr and curl her up with man’s fine grip
& sip the fragrance of her naked form!
A warm, sensual, perfumed delight with which I ponder deeply through the night
& smiles they blaze!

& raze from depths a man despaired, who thinking of his girl, he cares
& shares
With the whole wide world of man.
A snippet of the love and deeds which forge & gorge upon the wonder of a beauty known

& here I’ve shown…
in multiple rants and worships for my girl of love
That I do love
& how I love!

A love which if unknown and secret kept
Would force the angels of the gods which wept
To have danced and frolicked and sung their golden tunes
Between the stars of love and lover’s moon!

& smile.
& love.
The two resulting products of this flow.
Sent in secret to now an angel known.

& between the world & you who can tell her so & true
That man who worships, lives in love and honesty my dear,
for you.



~ a secret moment at work in which SHE enters my mind and smiles & love it blooms & wants! Oh to kiss that girl of such sweet beauty! Another night of joy would please!
© ed simkins