Bottles of Love

I kissed her.
Took my lips and placed them on the red rivers of this perfect child.
& Kissed her.

Stroked her golden skin
& kissed her.

Smiling between bouts of illusion
I twisted her locks between my joyful fingers
& kissed her.

Yes, I am drunk.
Intoxicated with the belief that I am god and she my princess.

I ripped her clothes.
A mean jest to touch her silken skin.
Stroked her.
Made her gasp.
Made me smile.

Her eyes questioned my reality.
I leaned in and kissed her once more.
She was mine and I could not let her go.
Would not let her go.

She stood there naked.
Smiling confused and gasping.

I held her close.
Simple things were spoken by the confused one.
But I loved her.
& still I do.

I lay her down to rest & fell asleep with her deep within my arms.
My girl is everything to me.
& I am still drunk with her desire.
I love her & I know I always will.

– nights of longing without her
© ed simkins 2017

Surrender

I blame her eyes.
Leading me astray.
Fucking my mind with delusions.
I can not tell you of the life I lead.
I know nothing more myself.
But love or lust takes control and plays with me.

& so I take her in my arms.
My grip
My arms
My hands
My caressing fingers.
All led from those eyes of pure control.
Dark, ephemeral pools of allure.

I’m fed the poison.
Her hands luring me on with their innocence.
I want to fuck her.
Strip her naked and possess her in every way I can conceive.
Her very being excites me.
A smile & I die a thousand pleasurable deaths.

Dreams dance across her face
Chasing shadows of smiles and sweetness.
I am mad.
Mad and engorged with a passion so desperate
I wish to wrap myself around her
Inside her
Beneath her
Surround her.

Every day I would take her again and again.
I am insane
I write no sense.
I am lost to her.
Bedevilled to her.
Controlled by her.
In love with her.
Destroyed by her,

Her picture.

Undress my princess
Her inviting smile beckons my lust
Crimson lips
Eyes of simple trust.

Her heart controls me
Connections made in silent stands
Childish fantasies insane
Eternal desires of man.

Beauty bedevils the rights of hope
Pleasure seeks its hidden touch
Wanting smooth love alone
Or dreaming of shared lives, a want too much.

I tilt my head
Kiss her soft & slow
Stroking naked tender flesh
So no-one else will know.

Love, desire & an urgent sense of hunger
Brings her close in many ways of wonder
Foolish, imperfection throws happiness a bone
& bears poor witness in tears to the path he’s sown.

But guarded secrets tell of love he holds for her
& hopes to strip her down & extenuate her groans
Daily thread bare logic persists & warps
These strong desires inside to hear her moan.

Love or lust he can not tell
But face of angel beckons more
& daily fantasy behind these eyes
Illusions on her flesh he’ll draw.

Her Perfect Bum

The perfect bum sits cupped within my gold struck hand
Unannounced, but smiling, & perhaps a little planned.
Delectable firmness of the perfect butt.
Grinning smiles hidden within the daily rut.
Escape was on & this was it
Curving tenderness, firm & fit.
The things I’d like to do to her, to each pert little cheek
To Stroke, caress, to search & seek
Find the valley that leads deep within
Corrupting her, creating sin.
I held her there for the longest time
Knowing she loved me, that she was mine.
My loins they tingle, I’m searching for her flesh once more
I’m lost to addiction & I seek no cure
I’m happy here, her ghost cheeks small & veiled
Despite her clothing, tight & nailed.
I can’t break in, but I surely would
if only it was she & I – I know I could!
But the voices of the masses were loud & many
& my confidence, well I aint any!
Still, I held her close & I stroked her bum
My best friend in smiles, my perfect chum!
My hands are happy, my palms still grinning
My mind is smiling, my heart is sinning.
The sense of her in my hopeful hands
Adds further delusions to this longing man.

– smiles upon the sinful soul 
© ed simkins 2016

From These Eyes Of Desire

Her naked body lies secretly beneath her warm & frustratingly closed & layered garments.
I bite her waist.
I stand before her & tell her, ask her, of the world which surrounds.
I slide my fingers carefully across her tender skin.
She is smiling & ignorant.
Or thoughtful & caring & in love.

I pull her forth.
Firm hands grasping at her waist. She laughs.
Vixen or innocent in her scarlet robes.
I love the colour red.

Her perfect chest invites me.
Kisses of desire stretch across her Saharan desert.
A rain of lust dashing along her dunes.
We laugh.
& giggle. & her ecstasy & innocence confirm my want.

I pull her closer.
A perfect cheek caressed & fitting into each of my hands.
I love this girl.
I love her smile.
Her encouragement of me.
I detest my weakness.
But love & lust buckle & squirm & I want to fuck this girl.
I’m hers.
& her perfectly buttoned clothes resist my thoughts.

I cup her face & smile.
I want to grab her hair & make her mine.
Submit.
But I let her go.
We love each other but the world is watching.
& the world is a master so cruel.

We hug & wave goodbye.
For Love is not of this world it seems.

– I want her
© ed simkins 2016

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

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.

Temptress On Bed

The anti-Christ sits on her bed jealous and scared.
Her blood red hair fires thoughts of prehistoric passion
Gems align her dark in bedazzling arrays of love & lust.
She tells me how much she aches for deeds to be done, but motivation lacks within.

I rest cross legged before her, smiling and pondering on the meaning of life.
I came to her in the middle of the night & now it’s half past evening.
Thursday’s downpour continues at the entrance of the cave
I cleaned her room in fits of boredom, God had ventured too far away to beseech.

Her name is silent, for I can not tell you the secret of my desire, though she is beauty & I miss her when she’s not around.
She’s plucking at her nails & I’m lost in space.
Pictures of the past decorate her home.
My perfect match in many ways.

A vest of innocence drapes across her delicate chest, beads of hope lie delicately upon her bed of hate.
I kissed her once, in a land and dream far, far away. I was younger then.
But I returned.
For the stillness of my life request constant feeding.
I ache for her.

I’m hungry. & tired. & stolen. & lost. & I ponder how I can seduce her now.
But the anti-Christ doesn’t care. She gives no love.
All woman perhaps, with the beauty of her youth intact, but cruel.
Like every woman I’ve ever met. Dishonest & brutish in the realities of the day.

& so I sit estranged. My beautiful, delicious, fresh, young temptress bathed in red.
I hold her hand & I know my limitations. For this is as far as I go.
Blissful girl with braided locks destroys my heart & the whispers of the storm ride high & circle
I love her. But she does not know.

I want to taste her.

But she is now far away.

~ thoughts of the golden one turn to fate.
© ed simkins 2015

Crazy for you.

Undress for me.
Stand and shiver in darkened light.
I long for thee.
For single word you spoke tonight.

I yearn for you.
Your cherished face which I adore.
Aching, smiling, wanting you.
Now without, in need of more.

I long for you.
A sweet delicious, smiling thrill
In awe of you.
That God were real, then I would kill.

Your braided hair
Your soft delights
Your Nervous neck
So Virgin white.

& your beaming face
Which strikes my heart
Lost in space
& now departs.

My secrets told
In honest signs,
But My heart is bold
In these written lines.

That you were stood so close & near
Knowing of no midnight fear
Then hands of mine would tender be
& kiss your skin, so longingly.

& your cheeks of rosey simplicity
Would smile with touch & honesty
For child, or girl, or woman known,
For you my love, my heart has grown.

~ for you. the girl of my dreams.
© ed simkins 2015