An All Night Hug Machine!

Such that beauty existed in my dreams!
Sweet angel of mirage loved me and smiled!
She held herself close and warmed this naked man.
She rolled a tiny ball of female fun and kept it close to me all night!
My caressing hands stroked and held
They pressed when she smiled and they loved when she slept
Her fine smooth curves and her fresh freckled skin
My god I could not sleep, I was in need of her face
The radiant moon sparkled across those lands of joy
As my fingers drove slowly and electricity flowed
Down the naked blades of her shoulder so close
Along the perfumed sweet plains of her arched little back
And the delicately playful turns of her bum!
My hands were joyous, my hands were screaming!
& That face…!
With her gorgeous star struck freckles giggling each time she awoke
A little nibble I’d take and she’d sleep once more!
No happier, my friends, could I ever have been!
When the morning sun tapped briefly on the window beside
The curtains let slip and the daybreak slid in
As an unfurling blossom, her petals cool, unbroken
She stretched out against me and how, how I smiled with such delight!
Her tiny little frame and beautiful face, an aching sense of love bursting inside
I said in whisper “Good morning my love!” and on forehead I placed a sweet gentle little kiss
She smiled once more and threw, threw her tender yearning arms around me so keenly
That I rolled her around and so made her laugh, a remarkable sense of pleasure inside
Her eyes were alight, sparkling on fire
& I am dizzy now, so deeply in love!
As these blankets of winter cover us in warmth.
Her soft silken skin radiates and smiles
Such that I wish for no human escape

~ perfect happy dreams
© ed simkins

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The Sleeping Field

i wonder what it’s like to love.
That strange affliction which hides its scars.
I pause for thought as no memory returns. No photos emerge of former times.
Join me. Sit beside me. For tonight I rest upon the bench which bears her name.

Blossoms grow & burst & fall within the gentle breeze. She liked it here.
The gentle walks. The holding hands.
She’d smile as the spring birds whistled & sang their orchestrated tunes.
She kissed me here.

I look around. & I see a pretty girl with auburn hair.
A gentle face which smiles through her own regretting tears. Another loss?
& I build up dreams of her & wish we’d speak. But fear of pain holds me back. Enforced retreat. I’m scared to try. To even venture from this bench.

We argued once. Surrounded by the silent snow which fell.
& by the end, her tears had soaked the coat I wore more than any flakes which danced & trod upon the shores of my shoulders still.
I held her there. Held her close & tight & made her know I dreamt of her.
She smiled & kissed me softly through her passioned lips so wet.

I couldn’t say if my heart was full that day or I was already bleeding through my longing for her.
Even when she sat beside me.
Upon this bench which now bears her name – Her sacred name.
& I gaze from stranger dreams & focus back upon this stone.

Black enamel gloss; stone of heaven.
She lies there sweetly.
The girl i thought I loved.
My wife.

& the cherry trees sway their silent praise in pearls of pink & pristine white.
Cemeteries made for thought.
A single tear bows & falls.
I miss her.

& the stranger walks away the same.
& I wonder what it’s like to be in love.
The summer sun wanes & fades.
& I wish she’d return tomorrow.

To that girl within the sleeping field.
I miss you.
With all my heart & aching soul.
I miss you.

~ beauty & pain combine so often. I can only sigh in wonder.
© ed simkins

“I love you.”

Tell her.
Tell her how I feel inside.
See me cry with pained & scarlet truth.
Watch the rivers flower.

I speak no lie.
A broken man who dies. Eyes which burn & seek & yearn.
Tears roll. & merge with words.
I wish she knew.
I wish that guts were things that changed the world for me,
For mine would spill in granted defeat if only doors would open wide & smile.

I love you.
Your beauty sings.
Each delicate movement, each perfect feature born
You steal my breath.
You ignore my being.

I sleep alone, a ghost in clothes. A memory served with forgotten jest.
Deleted pictures burnt.
How I‘d change the world if god existed or controlled the world the way he should.

& Virgin youth.
With moistened lips & soft curved face. She pains me so; unwelcome frustration.
I cannot take the fruits I seek. Nor pin her down & tender love be made.
Metal bars surround her.
Teased desire.

What use is love?
Or lust?
Or want or dreams?
Abandoned night without her here. I bruise from day to day.
I seek her smiles.
I seek her kiss.
A long, slow, tender, sweet, delicious taste. Her soft young lips which play & shake, her nervous bite.
These the things I know of well.
For each night I dream of you my love. of how in love, in paired embrace, you and I would stay.
Long & take & question why.
that this feeling found, this sensation now
could not, should not, will not last a thousand years.

For if only you knew.
That I love you.
So tell her that from me.
Tell her.
“I love you”

~ When I think of the girl of my dreams.

© Ed Simkins