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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Morning LOVE

It was the story of a smile that led me on.
Her naked charms below the covers.
She teased me! She breathed and she was awake.
The night was over. & Simple joy!

I could see her face from my subterranean vantage point,
A blanket made of silken flesh.
I crawled towards her.
Snuggled. Breathed her in. returned her smile & winked.

As the sun flew, in my virgin blinds allowed the world to see,
Every sinew, every muscle, every delectation of her perfect skin.
She flicked her hair.
Imagination gasped & instinct approached.

Snow filled room with dreams of love,
She lay there curled up, smiling widely, a happy grin.
I brought her close, her waist so ripe.
I took her firmly within my grasp. Enjoyment mounted.

Her eyes alight, her lips they moistened,
I fell in love and tasted her.
Tiger’s claws pawed my back,
The scars were felt, desire roared.

Happy moments took their time, a dream fulfilled with lust.
Her beautiful face stared achingly, egging me on, a squirming child teasing beneath,
I obliged with force, though succinct and tender,
Led arching back, withdrawing eyes.

Her voice so carnal, she sang such words,
That neighbours praised the joys of youth.
Her fingers clenched, I bit her neck,
Her tongue was mine, her sweat assured.

We slowed in pace, our breathing merged,
A time it passed as girl rolled round.
And lover’s brace she held me close
And love was born in sweetest taste.

I see her face & I am God.
Her perfect face my epitaph.

~ a beautiful morning with a beautiful girl

© Ed Simkins