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

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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

Girl In Garden

A growing idea lies naked upon my garden floor.
I’m amused & in love.
She writhes like a snake in ecstasy born of deliverance.
She smiles & the sky above burns in evening tones of blue.
I laugh.
The idiocy of it all turns my eyes to water & the plants the laugh.

I’m gazing now.
Far fetched mushrooms of hope & the chastity of my summer berries grow.
Swarms of tender green shoots finger their way across the open space.
I hear the petals grin in merriment & salutation.
I don’t care if no words pour forth from their sealed lips.
I know their happy.
I know they watch.
I know they love.

& below.
My succulent body of female worship sits in fresh repose.
Her sacred flesh a whisper to my gaze.
I bow to her.
She reaches forth with thought & hand & steals my attention from the beauty of my god.
I caress her soft waterfall of luxury & hair.
She pleases me.
Her braided hair.

She makes me laugh as birdsong whistles in trees so tall
& I fall for her.
& breathe. Or sigh.
Or lungs that tell the world I love her so.
& in this garden she rules my heart.

Nature glows in warm applause. A rustle of the autumn wind & she is mine.
My girl.
My perfect girl.

~ in nature I think of you. in nature I smile at you.
© 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.

The Morning Face of My Princess

I cannot but stumble over the words I wish to tell, for beauty has placed a magic spell,
This heart of mine has dreamed a thousand deaths, but now I see your face upon my bed,
I cry with such sweet happiness & feel the need to love you best,
I yearn & want & ache for you, in breath which stakes it’s being on you,
I see your face & shining smiles which exaggerates your glowing skin,
The pleasant outline of your brows, your light of joy within,
Your cheeks which burst with such real joy, those dimples hold my breath
You perform such duties of ritual innocence, that my only fear is death!
Oh that I could love you in the real world & do! But that you know so little & would fear it too,
But you lie there naked
Innocent and pure & snug below the blankets of my bed,
Your pretty head a flower which sings such joy to the world of men!
& then
& then you open eyes in morning slumber & smile for me!
For me!
& overwhelming waves of bliss gush forth & like a chorus of heaven sung rush forth and stretch & reach & kiss
Divine & luscious lips!
Your perfect lips!
Those moist wet lips which taste so sweet,
I caress your face with nervous hands, a falling fool in your quick sand.
You’re killing me!
With pain and nerves and aches for you, I break for you when you don’t speak,
Or thoughts from you, they fail to leak
Over routes abound from you to me, whereas I have found this sacred way to write to you;
In poetry,
Yes, a foolish man!

Who loves & wears his heart upon his crown & drowns in want for you!

& then I comb your hair.
Oh god, your flow of silken joy!
Reaching forth I grab and twist and cusp your will & morning smiles illuminate this room of bliss
& soon I feel the heat become & need will take control of you and I
Henceforth princess, I pray you lie!
Lie upon my temple bed, lie before & stir my dreams!
& realise I mean it when I say in humbled truth
I love you.

& your eyes which watch with inquisitive interest
How you arouse me.
I need you princess.

I love you.

& I need more!

~ to you dear girl. To you.
© ed simkins

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

Girl in Glasses gone

girl left today.
We spoke & smiled & dreams were born.
My eyes undressed her & loved her soul.
She glimmered
& I swayed with pride & stupid conversation.
I helped her out
Weights of work were bundled into car & parked.
I saw the messages of love written in minute style.
I held her close.
& stripped her of her baggy clothes.
A flannel shirt cascading across the playground floor.
She thanked me & danced in reams of thought.
I suggested we holiday together
She laughed & grinned & walked away
No need for sense when I talk insane.

Watch the clouds drift by
& like the wind she fluttered past.
Wishes fell in tarmaced road
I kissed her fondly & she said goodbye.
She flickered her hair & angels gasped
Amusement had in beauty known.
I’m lost again & the world knows not.
Sweet sexy girl just upped & left
& there I stood with thoughts & hope.
Let’s play I screamed
But words were stuck
I told her of my thoughts for her
But stopped.
& breath of silence the only noise.
I couldn’t say that I fancied her so
Or that her body made my face grin with strong desire
nor words from lips so sweet warmed me
or enjoyment had in teasing made.

Company of a pleasant girl.
Fun & wit & dreaming charms.
I sit at home in cave-like pose
& stare at words & flowers grown.
I wish that god could speak
& I could woo with thoughts divine
But girl is gone & left
& I wonder what now smiles will make.

The clouds roll by & parents age
Windows viewed from hidden cage.

~ another dream departs.
© ed simkins

A girl who smiles.

She’s makes me laugh
& dances with my heart strings light.
Adorable & cute she sings in smiles
Yellow sunshine flows forth in dreams of joy
How can I but sigh each time she tickles my mind with such precious wander?

She knows nothing of the happy mind which stirs
& smiles in multiplied delight.
Delicious child & heaven sent
I’m grinning now from beating heart.

She graces round in giddy walk & laughs so much from conversation thrown
She smiles, I smile, & the world exists
In such sweet bliss because of her.

& moments spent in hours of wandering time,
I love these deeds in which she shares herself
& silly tales of innocent ways
My heart screams in such welcome bliss
That I could repeat these golden dreams.

Her curls which talk of fields of sun
Her fine sweet form, with curves that tease & roam unknown
Her funny ways so cute & fun
She talks to me & I sink in smiles

So watch a man become a teen again!
& goof & lark & fool around
No cares found near, no worries known

Just a crown of god for he who finds himself within
& sadiates success & strong desire for beauty played
She the girl who sings & plays & happy smiles produced in daze
I love the perfection she brings to a world so dark
Dreams begin when eyes they spark.

& wit & jokes & laughter booms
& jester stands in pleasant air
Princess dressed in black & slacks,
& precious thoughts which entertain.

All night would form a sweet dessert
In which the conversation poured & roamed
Happiness still blossoms here, in sacred eyes of her so fine.

~ moments of bliss & joy spent in the company of a precious dream
© ed simkins

Curls Of Pleasure & Breathless Bliss

She turned & I was stumped!
A jewel within the world of men,
A cliché thought but one which sung!
& happy dreams care only for the truth of that particular moment in which I saw the face of beauty smile.
& I was happy.
Content upon those eyes which shined & lips which taught my heart to love.
Or at least to dream & how I did!
A man of such wit & want can only see the world in which I write & think!

Her face, oh her pretty little face!
With a frame of such wonder which surrounded & projected such feminine beauty that I could hardly know to beat my heart again.
Her perfect blonde hair in giddying rolls & curls of fun danced across her naked shoulder.
Her smile skipping upon the breeze of thought
& with a slight tilt of turning head, paused & spotted me.
She shone her forceful light of joy & I was gone!
Melted by the beam of love.
My fingers wished to twirl in her delicious silken locks
How could she look like this & not be kissed?
Or held!
Or worshipped but by my eyes alone!
& thus they were!
A secret dream in crowded room.

& so in stance, these happy dreams filled the air as she stood in slacks & pretty thoughts,
& all the happy time my mind drank her in, blood engorged on feminine charm.
I smiled,
she smiled again
& all the deeds within my head were done!
Her beautiful, graceful little bum, the charming whimsy of her waist,
The luscious tone of her skin & the naked appeal of her dress
A simple pretence I thought!
But when I raised my eyes to gaze from the words I’d wrote,
There I found her, still standing there,
& I could not move!

Succulent & ripe she was, a fruitful fancy of healthy design
I was tempted to pinch a daring taste!
But I was stopped by fate in such employed disguise!
& Oh how I dream in seconds told of holding her & whispering in her delicate ear such pleasured thoughts
That gentle knowing giggles would flitter from her warming bosom
& tickle softly ears which long to hear her sigh & tease.

How beautiful she looked today
Her swept back hair an immaculate force
Magnetizing my heart which yearns for her.
& From here alone, I softly kiss
Oh that she could know or appreciate the dreams I have of her.
& in my evening dreams
Entwined fingers would sing.

~ I saw her today & she was stunning!
© ed simkins

The girl I call Elvis

Joy upon my knees as I kneel in bliss before you
Your smiling face which captures stars & radiates
I adore & melt & heart will break if tortures grows through knowing you.

We speak in flowing dream line conversations & grin
I can’t stop put feeling muscles ache in cheered bliss
My eyes wander round your sensual curves & wish

You giggle & laugh & take me back to days of lore
When king was raised & god became
A thousand years before my present love I claim.

& there you are my favourite girl
You swirl around the pleasant room & play
& Unknown to day, I see your heart so.

We talk of a travel & the sands of our time
I listen intently & dream that your mine
Could I step further in & kiss your lips?

We talk of work & life & families unknown
& Silly little brothers & our plaguing wives
I yearn for you & my arms would protect.

You twirl around & those gorgeous eyes
I travel down your face & wish upon your charms
Aching solidly to scoop you up within these arms

We’re playing our games, you know not of mine
I’m singing so happily impressed by your mind
& I love your sweet stories, I feel so alive

Could I undress you & see your naked skin?
Undress your hair & catch your tender sigh?
Or hold you too close & seduce you so?

You’re too fun, so clueless, you cannot see
I devil talk & I dance with glee
My smile delights in the warmth of your fire

We shake hands and we part, & you get in your car
I’m dreaming of you, & I watch you afar
Fancy a date or a family of three?

~ dreams of a craze, which burns when I see her.
© ed simkins