Perfect Pictures of Her In My Heart.

Oh my wandering dreams & thoughts and fantastical perversions.
She, my angel, my dream declared, my muse who sings & smiles.
I fall for you!

I fall upon the ground which kisses paths of journeys made by you.
By feet which tread so light and play, by legs which nimble, prance and tease.
I ache for you!

That sweet brush of thigh or curve of bum, firm and tender, pressed to me.
You, who control, enrage & aggravate these dreams within my loin & lust.
I want you so!

That tiny waist which fingers grow upon and race to tickle and play with you.
That sumptuous arch within your back when you tease me from afar, I cry!
Oh I cry for you!

My god, that I should reach upon your sweet & love-kissed head,
Your silken hair, your perfect smile, your soothing voice erupts my heart.
I swoon for you!

Such face which beams like stars, which flowers dare not emulate
How, how be it that my lips do not yet kiss yours too?
I love you.
Oh how I love you!

Dreams engage and longing hurts for you, sweet music plays and I ache for you!
Imagine only that I held you close & you were mine
& such sweet dreams came true my love.

I love you!
I love you!
Be known & know that this is true.
I love you.

With all my heart.

– she’s killing me.
ed simkins © 2016

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Girl in Red Pleasure.

Blanket red wraps around her naked body.
She is sleeping now.

Entrapped within her female grip
I loved her well.

She smiled throughout.
She smiled & sighed & scratched my skin.

Her blood so red entwined with mine.
Her gentle breathing now soothes my sin.

Stillness of the midnight air pervades.
I wrap my body, now spent, around her tight.

She’s warm to me, she holds me close.
Her features delicate and perfect please my soul.

her hair a final midnight kiss, I love this girl.
Her happiness ensnares my ageing dreams.

& we sleep tonight.

ed simkins (c) 2016

My girl

There she is.
My sweet heart,
My dear sweet, blissful seducer of my heart.

I am vanquished.
& I have hardly begun.
I love her.
& once again I hold the thought behind these sealed lips.

I held her today.
I held her dear and close and felt her beating heart.
& she smiled.
& she teased me something rotten & I laughed.

Her warm soothing laugh floated through the air.
Her eyes entrap me. I cannot break away.
But I write no poems of joy.
Just the truth of a broken man.

She touched me with her innocence.
& led me through the garden of want.
I have but kissed her a thousand times
& torn my heart out in self control.

There she is my stolen love.
My sweet, sweet fragrant rose, my dream.
My dear sweet, blissful smiling seducer of my heart.

– ed simkins © 2016

Sigh & love begins

Angel!
Sweet sensation who breaks my heart.
I yearn for you.

You smile & youthful passion speaks.
I fall for you.
& dream.

I love you!
& no-one knows but my mind insane.
& I smile a secret thought for you.

You radiate
& the world is jealous of your beauty formed.
Eyes of mine gaze & glide upon your naked soul.

& this breath of mine,
Which longs to kiss & flow through veins with you,
I call your name
& smile.

I’d hold your perfect face if fate so wished
& dreams were keys abound to unlock these certain gates of yours
& I’d kiss!

I see your face my friend
& love’s unblemished burden beams through skin so fine
& torments my heart with want & oh,
I love you.

& I wish you knew & wanted too.
That lips could kiss your lips & smiles would form
& bubble forth in giddy dreams & multiply

Your childish ways would drive me mad with pain
& angel’s curves & cherry lips would torment my heart.
I see your beauty shine & smiles please

~ oh the love I have for you! my dear sweet girl can you not hear my words?
© ed simkins

Her Picture Equals

Poison taken
Heart forsaken
Dreams alight
In a Night of fright
Hate enlivened
Dreams surviving
Body dying
My Eyes are crying
Beauty stolen
Days just roll on
Purpose far gone
Trapped by fusion
Mess of hoping
Drunk or doping
Bed in darkness
Brain a right mess
Taste of kissing
Love still missing
Anger, hatred
Life once sacred
Passion broken
Angel long gone
Stupid bum note
Romance; bad joke
Dead wife bleeding
No way healing
Grievance hostile
Pain not docile
Pointless sleeping
Empty weeping
Slow down breathing
Wrist is weeping
Blood is leaving
Tears are streaming
Eyes a-staring
Mind past caring.

~ up. Down. Up. Down. Life remains. As others laugh.
© ed simkins

A Tale (of sorts).

a final smile before I close, for I have rose to the greatest mantra of all the gods!
where sun and love mix with fire and strong desire burns in rods of aching want and immense occupations of delight
that if I held my heart tonight such beating fate would have to wait for death to chant the final call,
for as I stand here naked, bleeding, proud and tall, hero of the sordid sword
I laugh and grin upon my win and final battle won in gore
Where maiden hides in crimson tide & virgins smile in yellow hair
And lair of mine which sings in bliss, upon a damsel of passioned kiss
My golden child she takes my breath & bids away a horrid death
As I laugh out loud and tell the world that I have killed,
The echoes of the past.

We battled hard and slaughtered foes, the scarlet tide of a million blows
Dreams which sank in torpid bites, chasing nightmares throughout the night
Where soldiers of war & women of hate, found too late their coffined fall
As screams and sounds of bludgeoned calls & tortured minds which used to angst
& haters sought the questions asked
Why me? she’d say, as knees they fell, and matted head began to swell
The axe was long and angered well, arms they reached and muscles held
Down it crashed in mighty arc, as thunder ripped through hellish dark
The past was dead, she lay there still & all because I’d yet to kill.

So now I’ve found a precious door, dreams of more, ideas of fate
Escaping fields of blood I hate
Chasing thoughts of sweet romance, a hazy notion of sensual dance
Broken hero to king of land, holding beauty by her hand
You see me smiling, whiling through the night,
Knowing the reason for this very fight
That angel stands, horizon far, smiling beauty, yellow star,
A distant dream & so perhaps, and hero knows that time must lapse
But battles more, adventures sown,
will capture soon, the love tis known.

~ inspired by the fun conversation of a beauty known.
© ed simkins

To you, sweet angel

Sophia.

I say your name & I am happy!
Oh Sophia!
Such that beauty becalls your name, I cannot write!!!
I cannot struggle to force these words of sweet excitement & insane bliss to fall well upon this page!
I am in love with you & be-crazed by love & desperately the cause is you!!!
My god, that I cannot breath!
& pause herein to paint the image of a beauty so fine! So delicate & so immense!
Or the moments of dreams which now filter through my mind, like a night of drunken happy excess!
Oh, that I am exhausted by happiness!
I am smiling like a boy with an untapped source of free ice-cream!
I am a Cheshire cat of such sweet smug satisfaction
I am afflicted with such diamond glee and sights of such bejewelled beauty that…oh I cannot write!
Or think!!!
I wish to replay, to experience, to kiss again those very moments in which i sense your beauty surrounding me!!!

Oh Sophia!!!!

I deeply inhale and my mind glows through which the fire of desire and love that fuels from deep within…a dimmed excess which only you relight.
My god I want you!
I want you!
As the world before me knows, but you!
How sad or tragic that the most beautiful and loyal & honest of desire & friendship known can never, ever, blossom
& yet it should.
Oh it should!
For I worship!
As anyone who reads my mind will tell & witness! I adore! I seek & smile & dream & yes, I love!
I love!
Like a passioned tramp who gazes upon the mansion of his dreams I look at you,
At you my golden princess.
& oh how I wish!
How I wish!

Each sight I take I worship you!
Each touch,
Each smile,
Each flicker of wit & cheek & soulful laugh or giggle…
God, I break down inside
& I want you!
I want you!

~ she, the most beautiful girl in the world, kills me with such delicious happiness & smiles. & the names? – there is but just one girl.
© ed simkins

A Letter to Unica

Unica.
Dear sweet Unica.
I see you. & I smile. I could cry with such sweet intense happiness. I am a fool for you! Besotted & insane! That I sigh for you is true! That each moment, each second in which you look at me I die a thousand happy deaths, for in you I know I shall have lived! Excitement burns my merry heart & I know that I am crazed, but I cannot care. For…for I love you. with all my heart & every single beating pulse & nerve which smiles right now; I love you!
& though that is insane & will cause me nothing but heartache or pain, it is, I believe so strongly, nothing but apparent & true.
I love you.
I love your little walk & nervous gait, I love your hair of braids & sweet array, I love your smile which tries to hide but beams for me….because of me? Your giddiness & your sweet, sweet approach, your lips of fire, your eyes which evoke such passion within, your perfect nose & rosey cheeks. Your cute little ears, your luscious neck. Your skip & wit & cheek with which you bite me with. You drown me in your loveliness & I succumb!
I love your talk, your snippets of chat, your giggles which kill me off with such strong desire! Oh I am loon! That I know, & that I here admit. But oh, oh but!!!! But if I could spend my time with any one person on this planet it would be you!!! not through lust, though your beauteous form attracts me with little encouragement, or that bedtimes fantasies corrupt my mind – though your naked skin affects me so! But that the wonder of your delicate & earnest ways attract me so that I cannot but smile around you!
I adore you!!!
I wish we could chat the night away! See the morning star arise with such happiness on your face that we’d do it again and again & conversations would flow & ebb & stir repeatedly. You interest me. You engage me. You affect me. You make me grin. You raise me up!
& when you smile or light up in wondrous laughter for me!!!!….my god I am reborn again!!!!! Oh that I would & do love you!!! so intensely! So very much! I would treat you right & learn from all my hideous mistakes & I would bask you in fulsome & honest glory & simple, unadulterated love & strength.
For I love you.
& the world knows of my madness, for I am but stupid for you. & here I write…
I love you.
For you make my world a happy place & you are the very centre of my being.
You are my breath.
& you are my dream.

& I wish that god could let me love you.
& see you smile the way you smile for me.

I love you.
I just love you.

~ it’s not poetry, I know, and I wrote too fast, but, I had to get her out of my head! She is magnificent!
© ed simkins

Escape From Lust

In dreams which seduce & bleed the mind
& darkness from within the hours of day.
A child grooms her long fine hair
Seductive pose in mirrored lair
Our broken hero trundles down
the corridor in blinkered step
Sees illusions born of youthful want
Will he pounce upon the maiden known?
Or curve around the fearful corner stone?

Hidden in caves of solemn terror
the man he cries in lonesome deed
Scratching walls with fumbled lust
Nails well bitten & lungs versed in terrored scream
He stands erect in broken thoughts
Tights or legs or skirts of fun
Each delusion plays upon his fate
As wandering wishes delicately hate
A room locked of sinful passion kept
Eyes prowl through painful past
& take hold of soiled dreams, frozen cast

The girl, if demon child of love is known,
Smiles & portrays such wistful play
Lies & turns & escaped half-truths
As gritful shields protect her form
She sits alone in witches curse
Nursing work laid in blackened tones
Her eyes flicker flames of hellish heat
Luring me to death & crumbled feet
But such was the strength of brave lonewolf
That cave of light was a better choice
For though his inner blade of knife
Would in ample times have sliced
& cut & bit & bled her dry
& left her gasping with a morning sigh
He knew, as heroes often do,
That escape was & is a better choice

& there within the darkened room
His thoughts & mind breathed new relief
For though he sought & would, I’m sure, have delighted been
In maiden’s neck & fallacy
His sanity was then complete
With life & heaven & sanctity
But pray now tell the moral of this story told
I say on that avoid the beauty of a woman known
& life will safely gather round your mind
& gather forth
a happier time.

~ on escaping the beauty of an illusion known
© ed simkins

Picnic.

Ah,
A soft warm blanket
A field of green & pleasant sky.
A dream.

Fluctuating wingspans cross the sky
Heaven holds its silence & nature breathes.
Breeze is shallow, cooling, fine
& life exists in gentle moments like these.

Smiling
Girl of beauty giggles & love erupts
My heart rushes forth in tides of ecstasy.
I can hear gentle guitar play these words of love

Tender date with this child of beauteous form
Long delicate gazelle like legs
Slim waisted hips which encapsulate my lust
Her slender breasts which whisper nights of joy

& her face!
Angel illuminates the world with a sweet face of desire
Her perfect cheeks, her graceful arcs
Ear which teases sight through silken hair that flows

& That I could melt in such sweet states of bliss!
We talk & laugh in picnic tones
A rambling flow of words which cause the heart to stir
& mind which screams of exploding lust for her!

A raging tide of manic, volcanic, primeval desire hides
The secrets of my mind stay locked behind these walls of calm
Manners which chain & force me slow
Seduction funnels passions in steady time

I will love this girl in surroundings of such perfect pleasant place
Hills will see me kiss her true
Lakes will lap her sweet succulent shores
& smooth roads will follow fingers caressing her young soft skin

Oh,
That hot sun basks,
Smiles at joy which covers her,
& man’s eyes will taste the love of female girlish sights.

~ a pleasant dream in a pleasant place.
© ed simkins