Girl in Glasses gone

girl left today.
We spoke & smiled & dreams were born.
My eyes undressed her & loved her soul.
She glimmered
& I swayed with pride & stupid conversation.
I helped her out
Weights of work were bundled into car & parked.
I saw the messages of love written in minute style.
I held her close.
& stripped her of her baggy clothes.
A flannel shirt cascading across the playground floor.
She thanked me & danced in reams of thought.
I suggested we holiday together
She laughed & grinned & walked away
No need for sense when I talk insane.

Watch the clouds drift by
& like the wind she fluttered past.
Wishes fell in tarmaced road
I kissed her fondly & she said goodbye.
She flickered her hair & angels gasped
Amusement had in beauty known.
I’m lost again & the world knows not.
Sweet sexy girl just upped & left
& there I stood with thoughts & hope.
Let’s play I screamed
But words were stuck
I told her of my thoughts for her
But stopped.
& breath of silence the only noise.
I couldn’t say that I fancied her so
Or that her body made my face grin with strong desire
nor words from lips so sweet warmed me
or enjoyment had in teasing made.

Company of a pleasant girl.
Fun & wit & dreaming charms.
I sit at home in cave-like pose
& stare at words & flowers grown.
I wish that god could speak
& I could woo with thoughts divine
But girl is gone & left
& I wonder what now smiles will make.

The clouds roll by & parents age
Windows viewed from hidden cage.

~ another dream departs.
© ed simkins

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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

Death

Death is a girl who lies naked & happy on my blanketed sofa.
Smiling thighs protrude like spies below the edges of her delicacy.
I worship her.
A Crimson throw cushions her flesh of youth & protects her joyful modesty from longing & my gaze.
Wrapped up in fun, she waits patiently as I write for her this gentle, little ode.

She promises me a kiss.
A slow tender, succulent intoxication of lust.
I desire her.
& I will caress her hair soon in moments of fond seduction.
Smooth warm shoulders watch my steady hand type.
I can see from here
Her undressed super sternum notch & the gentle descent of where I’d like to be.

Immaculate & pretty
Her face warms my sordid imagination.
I can see love in her eyes.
Sparkling pools of dreams.
I thirst for her kiss.
Her blood red finger nails await my pleasure.
Torn flesh will cry.
Her marbled curves of delight will sigh in soft abatement.
& I will fall.

She wakes me up from dreaming here.
She smiles.
She says I should finish & come sit beside her & join her far beneath the blanket surrounding her.
I am captivated.
Foolish.
& in love.

I can sit with her in paradise.
Slow kisses & perfect dreams.
For hours we will gaze upon the beauty of what we represent.
& with that, I bid you farewell.
My siren beckons
& I am hers.

~ The girl on my couch.
© ed simkins

Redhead naked.

Redhead lies naked, calm, seductive
Goose bumps crawling, wandering across her pure white skin.
I smile.
& breathe her in.

The stainless steel blade flickers under the midnight moon.
She’s cold, calculating, lethal, still
But she teases me
& my eyes glide naturally across her lustful reflection

My girl is fresh.
She’s breathing, undressed.
Perfect summer dress, creased & laid bare.
Muscles refrained from movement made.

My hands approach, controlled & warm
Erotic tension built, a grasping stare
Smooth, crisp, clinical grip
& Blade untarnished; resting there.

Her skin beckons me
& My senses flicker as they stroke her youthful shell,
Autumnal hair of red delight
Her pefect breasts, her thin white neck.

The Knife it strokes.
A cool, clean tingle flashes
She gasps
I smile.

I kneel beside her, examining, admiring
A tender finger glides around the curves of this perfect creature
Her white virgin flesh, yet untouched by sin
I reach in & kiss; explosion of taste devine

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

~ passion & a redhead…that’s all I can say!! 😛
© Ed Simkins

Her arms reach round, intoxicating fire
The flat of the blade pressed hard against
Passion indulges, increases want
No more need for the knife tonight.

The girl with yellow hair

Quickly!

Smile & you’ll see the face of two darling strangers running, playing.

Quick! There they go! Hurry, catch them! Running & falling in love quicker than I can ever write!

& Oh the joy of how they skip, two lovers run.

I want their beauty captured, their time immortalised,

Set the sun. Capture it. Frame it! Place the faces of the young all over the walls and watch the darkness turn back in time.

That pretty girl in youth in full state of charming grace, a strong man of words her chosen fate.

They smile.  & Still you need to watch their faces burn!

Flowers in the streets & corridors of colour. Simple echos of sounds of silent laughter.

They pause & turn, his hand stops hers.

Firm & right, her wrist is small. Their veins pulsate, their breathe resists.

& Within her eyes he says a shortened word, her face reacts with a blood red hue.

& this is love!

Yes, this is fantasy and dreams and bounds & screams of youth. This is freedom!

This is escape!

Her golden hair the daffodils friend. Her pure white cheeks, her crimson lips.

There’s no need for kiss though man would seek. Their secret radiance intensifies.

Her shining dress, her blacked gown, a floral princess in summer’s dance.

But shush!.

Quiet. The crowds are back!

Girl and boy do gaze and part & watching them; a beating a heart.

This girl is mine, though she says no name.

& I watch her.

& smile.

(c) Ed Simkins

~ A secret girl inspires

Aphrodite in Bed

God is a creature who sleeps in my bed, who rests and talks and fucks with my head!

She is a princess, a dream to behold, a mixture of love and of fate you’ll be told

You can laugh and you can ask & you question her style, but look at her naked & you’ll be there for a while!

Her skin is a candle which glows and entraps, a living writhing collection of sensual maps

Ones which speak and point and show, to parks of amusement – a place i must go

With time close beside her, her body will i hold, & as a blanket around, my arms will i fold

& those smiles i possess are her medals of gold, teasing me softly like fires in the cold

With her red hair alight and her young teasing eyes, how i adore the delights of her delicate size

Yet as God to my world does she make me prostrate, & with hunger & violence she aims to frustrate

For as God is to you – a story that’s grown, so she unto me is a fable i’ve sown

A dream in my head & a fatal desire, this fleshpot of love with a fearsome fire

& there in my bed, God sits and she plans, while I kneel down beside her & place love in her hand.

She smiles & she laughs & she giggles aloud, & tells me repeatedly, how much she is proud

& with a final strong desire & a warm giddy heart, we close in together & allow the kisses to start..

🙂

(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

To laugh or to Smile

To laugh or to smile? – I’m undecided!

You see…

Be it the gun in your hand or the look on your face, I love how you stalk me from my work to my place,

& you’re a funny girl just like cute Taylor Swift; a rebellious lover & a beautiful gift

You know how to fight, you know how to play. You know how to deliver a spiritual bouquet!

So why point that thing straight up at me, when you know that i’ll kiss you without a need for a plea?

You know that I’ll bow & I’ll hug and I’ll chase, You know you’re my girl, my own mental case.

& You’re lipstick is perfect, my favourite delight. I breathe you in and my god, I’m Buddha tonight!

I am laughing my girl, & it’s true that I am! You’re a princess you see, just look at this man!

But seriously Delia, you gotta put down that gun. That pistol with vengeance is teasing no-one!

Sigh – for you hold me, your nails entwine, & your hair is approaching & your senses are mine.

Will you kiss me again with that look on your face? Or you likely to shoot me, paint hate on my face?

But now that you’re grinning, I’m feeling alive & wondering my love if you’ll keep me alive!

You’re playful & teasing & naughty my rogue, & your cute little mannerisms, completely in vogue

With you I’m in love though you still hold that gun, & you wont give it back til you’ve milked it just some!

So an impasse it seems between true love & hate, & I wonder Dear Reader, what you’d write down as fate?

For us to be one and a happy dream in your mind, or just a fucked up mess, another fantasy resigned.

–  I wonder.

(c) Ed Simkins