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!

 

 

Advertisements

Curls Of Pleasure & Breathless Bliss

She turned & I was stumped!
A jewel within the world of men,
A cliché thought but one which sung!
& happy dreams care only for the truth of that particular moment in which I saw the face of beauty smile.
& I was happy.
Content upon those eyes which shined & lips which taught my heart to love.
Or at least to dream & how I did!
A man of such wit & want can only see the world in which I write & think!

Her face, oh her pretty little face!
With a frame of such wonder which surrounded & projected such feminine beauty that I could hardly know to beat my heart again.
Her perfect blonde hair in giddying rolls & curls of fun danced across her naked shoulder.
Her smile skipping upon the breeze of thought
& with a slight tilt of turning head, paused & spotted me.
She shone her forceful light of joy & I was gone!
Melted by the beam of love.
My fingers wished to twirl in her delicious silken locks
How could she look like this & not be kissed?
Or held!
Or worshipped but by my eyes alone!
& thus they were!
A secret dream in crowded room.

& so in stance, these happy dreams filled the air as she stood in slacks & pretty thoughts,
& all the happy time my mind drank her in, blood engorged on feminine charm.
I smiled,
she smiled again
& all the deeds within my head were done!
Her beautiful, graceful little bum, the charming whimsy of her waist,
The luscious tone of her skin & the naked appeal of her dress
A simple pretence I thought!
But when I raised my eyes to gaze from the words I’d wrote,
There I found her, still standing there,
& I could not move!

Succulent & ripe she was, a fruitful fancy of healthy design
I was tempted to pinch a daring taste!
But I was stopped by fate in such employed disguise!
& Oh how I dream in seconds told of holding her & whispering in her delicate ear such pleasured thoughts
That gentle knowing giggles would flitter from her warming bosom
& tickle softly ears which long to hear her sigh & tease.

How beautiful she looked today
Her swept back hair an immaculate force
Magnetizing my heart which yearns for her.
& From here alone, I softly kiss
Oh that she could know or appreciate the dreams I have of her.
& in my evening dreams
Entwined fingers would sing.

~ I saw her today & she was stunning!
© 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

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

As you stand before me.

I want you in your golden skin girl! For I fancy & seek your pleasure.
Imagine dreams that come true!
Take off your glasses & smile & see the world so differently. Pretend no more!
Abandon these un-needed games of hide & seek. Just play & stand before me!
Unclasp your sanity & let it drop. Smile, be bashful!
Let your cheeks of pure white snow radiate with joy!
Let me touch you!

Your nervous stance excites me so! I love the flirtation of your virgin thoughts.
So innocent. So sweet. So desired!
Undress the lust that you hold within, bear your scars slowly & daintily!
Caress your cute long hair back as you stand there wondering.
& if you giggled…?

Oh, if you giggled!

Then would I approach in fatherly figure & slowly, tenderly cusp your body into mine.
Our eyes would touch, connect & shine!
My finger drawing a secret veil back beyond, & your cool, soft ears revealed in perfection.
Delicately stroked. I smile.

You’re so beautiful you know!

I’d edge towards an electric kiss, but study & gaze I must upon your youthful tendered flesh.
You; my flower of fun & sweet dessert!
That spring would, could, create any bud that opens as perfectly as you…
I sincerely, strongly doubt!
In lingerie of mystery and night sparkled black, your devilish tempting secrets so lusciously hidden.
You tease me with your cute & contrived playfulness girl.
& how you hide yourself from me; no longer can I resist!
Oh, you with perfect curves, hot, leading!

& So I’d rest my gentle hands on your hips of such slow & dangerous protrusion, that love be made within these hands alone!
& Oh, how long can I stand before my Venus before I eat her whole?!

& then you smile!
You demon you!

Such happiness alight in your female flurry & your warm, spring, blossomed beauty.
Words fail me for the design that’s formed before me!
Sweet Athena, stealer of my heart, let me love you & adore!
My heart is jubilant & breaking for you & heavily passionate in its love for you & you alone!
Smile again my girl & I shall sweetly succumb to blissful serenity!
You my girl are Eden.

~ thinking about you girl! You are truly the most beautiful girl in the world! 
© ed simkins

Breathless.

Heart stops in nights of black.
Time itself unravels above the walls of wire.
Stood here I smile, eyes lit by beauty thrown.
Light of brilliance, curves of power
She stands there, ephemeral, intoxicating fire.
My eternal flame, my loyal love.
She watches me, & speaks to me.
Her sisters watch, from crowds of space,
Veiled clouds, so drunk with life.
My heart it sings, each time she’s there
Majestic goddess, lady of secret love.
Her dress of lace, her diamond jewels,
Her still white face, her frozen stance.
Down here I pray for a love,
Something that she considers true.
I beseech with dreams, I kiss the air.
One night she’ll come, she’ll rescue me.
Send such thoughts that I desire.
Then her daughter & I will profligate,
Will raise a generation in dedication lent,
That cult will grow of shining moon,
& youth will love in midnight mass
That naked flesh will whimper in sweet appreciation
& acclaim the love of the moon’s disciple.
For I am he. The knight of nights.
& I stand here in prayer, looking up at you.
I bow to the moon & fall in love.
Her beauty my appeal, her beauty truth.
For Moon is my mistress, my guardian of the heart.
Princess to my dreams, saviour of my mind.
Each night she appears, love is consumed,
A feast for the heart, an orgy for the soul.

~ As I walk home, I gaze up & I think. Life & My Love, Existence, My Future.

© Ed Simkins

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

Joy (Pt.2)

Tell me Lords & Ladies in all the world!
Tell me how much I am grinning & what sensation resonates within!
What is this insanity that prevails upon my heart and buzzes throughout my crazy mind?
Oh joy of joy and simple, sensational delight and blissful pleasure!!!
I smile!
I smile & smile & smile some more for I am mad!!!
Mad with desire and passion and want and crazy dreams!
& though my friends I know that fate is frivolous,
that painful end awaits this angel who will one day soon depart,
but in this moment of sweet ecstasy I watch her play!!!
& I smile and I do laugh as she sends me giddy!!
How, How she makes me laugh!!!
My playful friend who sends me to the heavens in one easy bounded smile,
a simple jest, a sweet devilish look and her mischievous eyes!
My god, I am happy!
that this light within my world could power a million lives, I tell thee so!
You think i’m mad? I agree! I wholeheartedly agree & then some more!
But what can be done when my fantasy plays with me?!
She follows me round and fills my ears with voices soft and sights that kill,
She gathers me in and spins me round, she falls and rolls and giggles so!
a tease i say! a tease, a tease, a tease & i am sold!
Sold to this creature who moves me so!
She who creates such delight and passion and electric feeling from deep, deep within,
and she who plays with so, so many smiles upon this face of mine.
My world is alight when she’s around.
& yet I know that fate, that evil disciplinarian, has edited me out of her happy ending.
~ Her beauty, her zest, her very being excites me!…but I know the end.
(c) Ed Simkins

Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins