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

The Blissful Joy Of Watching You

Climb on to my bed and dance. That’s it – laugh girl!
I like your smiles! You make me grin!
You make me want to do things with you in my devious head.
Can I take you? Play you and make you sigh?
But let’s concentrate! – let’s just watch you jump & sing.
You’re crazy!
& I love you for it!
My bed rolls as you bounce and the mattress springs as you explode in childish delight.
I’d seek your pleasure in other ways. But then we’re just friends; We’re just having fun.
Without the flesh.
So continue & I won’t interrupt. Beside’s you’re too fresh, too innocent and having too much fun to spoil with the pleasures that evolve behind this gentlemanly mask.
But look at you.
Your simple, tectonic thighs, smooth skin that parts and calls my name.
Or so I imagine.
& your belly button – how cute is that? How can it be?
But it captures me & the firmness of your stomach aches for fingers to explore and clothes to rip.
Would my hands massage those tender feminine muscles of yours?
That slim figure of yours with curves that kill.
But I’m still smiling, watching – & I haven’t touched you…
Yet.
I need you to fall over. To collapse on me.
So keep the music loud and dance for me.
Writhe and squirm and tease this guy who’s fallen for you. Within.
& remain unaware of the secret which grows.
I cusp you, caress you & all you do is giggle. You’re so close to kiss.
But then we’re just friends. & I can hold your hand and pretend your smoothness doesn’t do anything.
I keep the lie behind my lips.
My mind is well controlled. No need to scare you.
You the girl who’s happiness pleases me so.
But how, how I want to stroke you.
Pleasure you.
See you fall in love with me.
God! – That human needs should ache for a friend who knows not the truth which rages deep behind these excited eyes.
You’d better go! I’ll see you another day.
For if you stay…
Oh, if you stay!…
Then a woman shall I make of you!
& my dreams begin.

~ thinking of that delightful, sweet tender girl who stimulates my heart.

© ed simkins

short poem on the way out

nerves are jangling, the time runs by,

her pretty face, no tears to cry

i hide in cars and travel fast

a moment of passion which shoots on past

a quick smile or two and hidden dreams

a clear concious, or so it seems

petrol bought and shirt and tie

worn and ironed, it’s time to fly.

i’d love to speak but princess calls,

watch me later, see me fall.

a nervous smile is all i’ve got

ridicule will be my lot,

but get it right and night will say

that Valentine will get to play.

~ stolen laughter, or maybe nerves

(c) Ed Simkins

a DeViLiSh DeSiRe!

It’s tempting to kiss her. but how much would you laugh if i did?

How much would the world scream and shout and break my bones?

How much would i enjoy it? & with that. I smile.

You see delusions are fun. Devilish. Exciting.

& Around her i’m nervous; I stutter. & the dreams I’d like to get across skim and crash upon the floor like crazed Kamikazes shot down by the look in her eyes.

It doesn’t matter I guess. I wont kiss her. Not yet.

Maybe it’s too easy. Maybe she’d just say yes. Maybe she thinks the same & likes to tease and play and stroke with that delightful hair just to make me squirm. Maybe.

But i doubt it.

She smiles.

She laughs and she plays and she calls my name, though how much would she run if she knew of the devil?

Last night her sister kissed me. A slow delicate playful little mouth. A snake from my youth. That’s what i pondered as our tongues intertwined.

but i didn’t like her.

I mean she was sexy in a strange, unfathomable way…& that made her laugh. or maybe it was tears.

i never did see her again.

So now i peruse the face of the other one. THE one.

& she likes me. she tells me! i know.

– She skips and dances and fools around! & she sends me notes and wears that lipstick.

You know the one…

RED.

& I smile.

(c) Ed Simkins