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

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Accidental Message of My Desire

Pleasure was the accidental cupping of her perfect little bum.

I smile in retelling.

I laugh & grin and the excitement responds.

 

She stood beside & language flowed

A happy meal share and as if to leave

I held out arm of joy and reached for her.

 

A misdirection, a sordid dream

A desire burnt upon the fibres of my hand

& there she stood, a delicate cheek smiling upon my caress.

 

Such perfection my friends!

Such sweet delight & electric dreams!

A moments flash & the deed was done & moment gone.

 

But joy my friend! Joy of eternal perfection

That curve! That minute, firm, perfect curve!

& how in mind I undressed that cloak of secrecy!

 

Longing of the hand to soft & gently, slow caress!

Follow lines of danger & excite my mind with her perfect ass!

Oh how I wanted to stay against that flesh and more!

 

Shall I ever forget? Ever doubt that perfection existed within my hand!

& how I pray that naked skin of darling’s behind revelled in my touch!

Flinched in soft excitement that her love might stroke her once again!

 

& how I would! How I would!

& tell her of the perfection of all she has!

From face to bum and all between!

 

& now I dream of naked rear,

Soft and smooth but firm.

Were these hands upon her now,

Would she know I loved her more!

 

 

© ed simkins 2016

– How I ache for her!

 

 

Reflections

I love standing behind her.

Holding her close.

The simple pleasure of her pressing against me.

Excites me.

A secret flirtation of desires.

I love my games.

 

I love her face too.

Her gentle, perfect, delicious young face & that smile…

That sweet smile of sunshine serenity.

For she loves me.

I love her.

& The world is wrong to hate this suggestion.

It’s just simply wrong.

 

I hold her by desire.

I pull at her clothes.

I stroke her thighs.

I caress her lower back & talk.

She laughs & loves & aches to be besides.

I kiss her a thousand times & more.

I love her you see.

As stupid as I am.

I love her.

 

She comes to me.

She seeks me out.

I seek her.

Best friends forever.

But I want her clothes on the floor.

I want to kiss her every pore.

 

I breathe her in.

Feel the beat of her heart.

She’s fragile in my arms,

But I could pin her down.

& I want to wake besides her,

See her morning smiling sun & sigh.

 

I hold her waist & stroke her hair

& she says she knows she’s the queen of my heart.

I’m sunk in lust.

She talks of bites.

I talk of ‘where?’

 

I’m possessed by her.

Controlled by her.

Seduced by her.

Fed by her.

Kept by her.

& Simply put

– I love her.

 

 

(c) ed simkins 2016

– wanting her.

The futility of love.

I want to hold her.
Really hold her.
To my chest.
To my heart.

I’m in love
& I’m in pain.
I’m pleasured
& I’m sick.

I grieve for I know the truth.
In a year she departs.
Gone.
Leaving for a foreign land.

& I know this.
I shed tears because of this.
I gaze into her eyes and I know this.
My tears fall because of this.

How can love bring so much pain?
How can life be so cruel & bring so many smiles?
How can she be this perfect & so close to me
& yet engaged in a fading act of dying?

i love her.

© ed simkins 2016
– torture is my grief, love the cause.

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

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

With Her

Her eyes are alight. She’s laughing.
She’s killing me.

I’m dying for this love.
For this love I know will disappear.

I don’t know what to do, she controls my heart.
I drive along, the tears start.

With her I’m alive, I’m insane, I’m in love.
She radiates such warmth that I cannot deny.

She presses against and she teases me so.
Her secret is safe as I gaze in her eyes.

I’m in love & I sing, a clown & I fool.
I gallop & I praise & I grin like a God.

& then she is gone & my heart sinks like a stone.
Sitting in darkness, a whole different tone.

Love is such misery, I’m confused and frustrated
Dying to hear her, to touch her, to please.

– in love.
© ed simkins 2016

On her Return

Perfection smiles.
She’s back.
Her hair cascades in lines of desire down across her tender skin.

She’s seen me dreaming.
She knows I’m there. Waiting.
I’m nonchalant in stance.
My heart is pounding.

She walks over.
Makes me wait an eternal age as she takes control.
I love the tease.
I know I’ll win this game.

How are you? I ask. My words aligned with love & kisses.
I place them on her smooth sweet skin.
My eyes gliding, flirting with every pore on her face.

We walk.
A simple, slow aimless path.
& She sits.
& my hands talk to her body in rhymes of want.

The world is right again.
& She’s here with me, though the moment’s still short.
We smile. & play & the world is right.

I cup her cheek. Her face so close & sweet.
I tilt my head.
& slow dreams creep, tiptoe in.

& the perfect one is kissed.

– How I succumbed to my fate!
© ed simkins 2016

Pictures Of Love

Look at that smile!
Look at it!
Look at the beacon of all that is perfect with the world when the world is torn by such hate & fear.

She is God.
She is warmth.
She is perfection.
She is life.

I own no power.
I control no world.
I lie in awe
& yet still she desires me.

She’s stolen my heart with the innocence of her mind
With her child-like wonder.
Her curiosity. Her desire.
Her love.

& that face.
Her face.
With her deep, dark eyes, & that secret hidden world.
Her tender pale skin & her young sweet cherry lips.

She laughs & I don’t care about the world out there.
For I am lost and happy in this dream I behold.

Sacred is her body,
Beauty is her name.
I kiss her softly,
& My hands they caress her.

She smiles & we part in love
I tell her I love her. I wrap it in words.
I caress her white skin
& I long for her beauty
Again & again.

– all I can think of is her.
© ed simkins 2016

The Angel Of My Heart

In the distance we met, eyes seeking our friend.
Roaming the fields, ‘til we met at the end.
Love was a smile, a face of recognition.
Wanting her closely, she knows she’s my mission.
Frustration & insanity fly far away
When the angel of my heart races my way.
She smiles & I soar, arms wide as the sky
Dying for my soul mate, tears could I cry.
She approaches & she grins & I bid her good day
For words are the cover to the thoughts that I pray
Smiles are exchanged & my heat it beats faster
She is my beauty, & I am her master
Fingers entwine, and the playing ensues
Stroking her silk hair, I ask her for news
Banter is kissed and sent from her lips
As my hands hold gently the arc of her hips
Bringing her forth and a soft sigh ejects
Tickling her slowly so no-one suspects
Holding her tightly I bring her so close
Telling her I love her & I’ve missed her the most.
She looks with a smile & she flicks off her hair
& I caress her so calmly, I show that I care
We talk & we play & we stand there a while
God & his princess, for a moment on trial
My nerves are electric, her fingers are cold
She turns and she presses, so cheekily bold
She arouses with glee & she hardens desire
Raging beside her, my fantasy on fire.
She giggles once more & she stands on my feet
I am surrounded & broken, this army is beat
Moments of ecstasy shoot through my mind
As this princess before plays with my mind.
She bids to be with me & she calls out my name
& runs off & waves, & I’m crying insane.

– I am so in love, so besotted with her. Why does love always hurt?
© ed simkins 2016