Hidden Games.

Fragile bones and purity, yearning under clothes
Dreams of passion, thorns & a rose.
Crimson t-shirt is worn, hidden white skin
Searching inlets towards, finding secret ways in.

She stands there before me, silent & still
Carrying notice of her determined innocent strong will.
I long to hold her, such is the greed
Hunger my soul mate, my angel my need.

I bite with my talons, I pull and I bend her
Tie her to my passion, touch with a feather.
Entrap & surround her, hand on her waist
Courting with desperation, seeking her face.

Straight lipped & she’s gazing, off to the side
Searching, no doubt, for a den & to hide.
I grasp & I clamp her, reigning her in
Pressing against her with the love of my sin.

She succumbs & she wriggles, she aches & she groans,
Faking her pleasure to the disgust of my moans.
Time out is called & the masks go back on
Saying goodbye til the faces have gone.

Waving her off with a smile & a wink
I worry if I affect the way that she thinks.
I seek only love & I worship her face
But the deeds which I show seem so out of place.

Though tomorrow will come & I’ll scream out her name
Command her through fear with more of the same.
But I’ll do it with love, though the outcome remains
Girl who he loves, & Boy who’s insane.

– a confused relationship
© ed simkins 2016

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The Return

A greeting to the ghosts and the dreams of my youth!
A returning brave hero now circles his walls.
Dreams are engaged and the photo’s they talk
Of brilliance in day’s & nights in the wood.

Germania she took me and only just left
She slept on my pillow and spoke in my dreams.
Of Laughter and danger, and distance which sped,
Through fields & of worship & heavens which sung.

I come back to you, in the moments that I pause
Drifting through the senses evoked by the thought.
Kisses & smiles & bodies in heat
Nature in blossom, & rivers which seek.

By my side the sweet girl, holding out hand
& Her maps which they roam and flutter unplanned.
Destinations lapped and lost on the road
Sights & equations, secrets untold

Then the times of his trouble, when he fell off his bike
& the blood it ran quickly, congealed & it glowed.
Kissing the floor of the forest so sacred
Naked like a Roman, engaged with relief.

But he’s back now, she’s gone, the fine lady with face
Who’s taking her time to stand at my door.
Invited and undressed she stands youthful, refreshed
Moving me on, this girl I love best.

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

Girl in Naked Rain

Bubbles of soft clear rain wash over her
Sensual skin alights in warm desire
I’m waiting to hold her close & dream
Her languid hair soaked with nature

She’s smiling nervously & enjoying this sacred rain
Water’s falling, cascading down
Torrents of summer lust caress
Twirling, whirling, loving her

& she’s standing there so naked
My gently sighing princess of love
Arms positioned, protecting her
Eyelashes flutter in the stealing rain

I love this girl, her mad desire
Just standing there, clothes beside my window
Tiptoed calves exaggerate her beauty
My eyes drawl from head to toe

A man lusts for such a beauty & one that I have found
Twenty-two & of such crazed delusions upon which I laugh
In dryness I giggle & laugh, a heartfelt explosion of raucous heartache
I love her so much I can barely contain!

She begins to wiggle & my smile flourishes such honest joy
Her firm young legs, her tight young bum
Crystal tears stomp & tickle their merry way across her body
Her slender hands wipe a path across her face of smiles.

She looks at me with naked desire & a single finger beckons me
How can man resist desire when nymph of passion calls?
Saturated clothes press against her tender breasts, i pull her tight
& buttons fall, my hands caress & lips of divinity meet in bliss

I care nothing for the naked rain no more; she’s won me through
This girl, this child, this perfect lady of strong will & desire owns
The simple loyal fool who stands & smiles
I succumb to her wonder & her perfect beauty naked in the pouring rain.

~ this morning’s rain & my strong desire merge in painted words. i love her.
© ed simkins

Girl Stretches.

That lust could stretch her back & arc in tasteful, strong desire!
I shuddered in happy disbelief, a cry she could not hear
For mute words are my secret code, I could not let her see
The strength of want I have for her! These pictured thoughts in me
Sweet sexed kitty stretched & smiled, I heard her purr in feline stance.
See her bosom well in thrust which stabs the eyes of those who watch
A filthy mind indeed I say! & not at all would promise make
No proclamation of love or marriage but through these words I do declare
My wish that child of strength & looks, would seduce in moments, more or less
Declare a devious, blue-crazed interest, therein of stunning grace & longed appeal
Of days & months ahead in court, in which I fall like moneyed king
To the floor of life, upon these knees & worship or beg for her succulent touch
Of naked skin & then in dreams, of failed fortune & thought with her
Would I tease her back & build her lust, of evenings stoned in sin!
Pleasured girl would smile & shake & voice would break in sweated song
As playful arts were passed indoors & bites & rips were forced.

But!

I stir from dreams.
& smile from wicked thoughts.
That sunshine girl.
That perfect stance.
Arousal beckons in such sweet chance.

& so I grin.
For the playful guy am i.

Who laughs.

& dreams.

~ what can I say? Happy sights provoke my grin.
© ed simkins

Morning Sun on Naked Flesh

Smile.
A morn awakens beside valleys of sensual death
& full of dreams I breathe.
Her body ravishing & bright & tender young
Smooth white skin with the faintest touch of lust
Glorious, beauteous corners erupt with hope
How I long for the kiss that will send me mad!

I breathe in like the sun’s sharp rays
Alive, excited, my mind purrs in golden desire
She is beauty & lying naked, happily upon my bed.
I sigh.
This delicious child of callous want pleases me in the night
& then, this morning call,
Forms the most engaging sight I’ve ever seen or known

& I cry.
Silent, stillborn tears fall inside
For this angel cannot be touched, not yet.
The rising star has yet to finish
Embalming rays of soft delight.
Watch them flood over her nourished skin
& feel the warmth of blue sky blanket surround & arouse
& then, & only then, in careful foreign touch of hand
Will I gentle caress & taste the body of this girl, my love,
& smile.

I lie beside her & embrace the innocent form of youth
Her hair soft & brushed by fingers of a delicate joy
I protect her
In arms which love & want & worship
I hold her close beside me
& the sun beams through the open glass.

She awakes with a grin
& love’s lust is born in such sweet kiss
that I can only once again sigh in burdens of dreamed desire
life is perfect in such sweet moments as this.
I love her
& the world it smiles.

~dreams of Her upon my bed. To the one unspoken.
© ed simkins

Giving Up.

She walked around naked today, but I didn’t care.
I was wrapped up in the deficiencies of my mind.
Her false glasses and beautiful blonde hair aroused an ego far from truth
but the telephone call lied to me, I dropped her hat & smiled & walked away.
I’ve gone past caring for the considerations of others. They don’t exist!

Girl with wet hair stood & smiled. A shower room full of fantasies & wet thoughts.
But I just threw her a towel around you see. My mind is now divided by bitter recriminations!
The fallacy of the female form. A perfect dream. A dangerous liaison.
Her perfect face reminded me off a Bavarian hegemony
With her white little collar & her soft faded freckles.
I kissed her once & made her bleed, but lies were told & her manners jaded
I knew it was time to walk away. Seems all dreams break in crystal shreds.

& two girls loved, made out on a soft oval bed, sighs were passioned & the action was hot
But the night was too long & the practice bored, who was it really that imagined it all?
No-one kissed & all was fake, a woman’s heart is stone for lies.
Escape to gardens bright in flowered flesh.

I found myself in a bright sun lit, trying hard to cleanse my soul
Screams from across the world & painful sin, made life hard to live at all
But the sun warms hope in a battered man, always wanting, bleeding dry
I sit by river, lake or silent sea, a tranquil seat of clouds & dreams
The past is dead, though the stone will stay, no present seen & future gone
Here the distance merges fate with time & me, In point I stop the bloody fight,
I cease the pain, I aim to sit, here in perpetual, momentary, empty bliss.

~too much time in life spent in fight. Tonight I surrender. Or escape.
© ed simkins

yogini lust

Her perfect breasts remind me of my youth & smile
Teeth marks left in swan white neck
Dreams seduce in secret beats
I stand there, my favourite girl undressed

Her golden skin illuminates my soul
Curved & lean & market fresh
I laugh & smile with childish delight
i sense in several thousand ways

her braided hair my eyes desire
alluring lead to back which arcs
& curves that swim to pleasant shores
To touch or kiss a ticket bought

Arousal built in dream transpired
The way she moves it kills me off
Lust is born in naked thrust
I long to wrap her up in love

I smile a devils thought & deed
She knows not of the hidden strength
Her fragile arms will beseech me now
As lips will meet in pleasant touch

I caress her face & worship her
I bite & tear & play with her
She squirms in mocking fight & screams
But beads will roll in heated bliss

I watch her smile as she breaks my name
& entry forced in desert sand
Pinned her down & power grown
This naked beauty, dream of mine

She speaks no sound & I will love
The desire of such a perfect form
Where tongue or eyes or tender hands
Will flow like rivers roam

I see her there, a stranger yet
I’m seeking to strip & tear her clothes
To see her lustful ache & moan
Embarrassed sighs will take.

As rest becomes & girl is worn
I write her secret words of love
I kiss her lips & roses left
My eyes do gleam upon her youth.

& bid repeat in sacred ways
Where love will grow inside her heart
& tell her now of thoughts insane
Addiction dealt with naked girl

~ I saw her body there before me; how I long! HOW I long!
© 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

Intoxication

Daughter of a sacred lamp revolves in passion’d fantasy.

Lego bricks and carpet burns, smeared lipstick & crystal meth.

Do you care if I tell the truth about the things I’ve seen?

This poor migrant who wanders through the night.

I see you. I see your face.

How many times have you smiled since before?

Have you bled over the lover beneath?

Have you torn at her flesh with the hunger born of death?

The rain outside falls. Pours. Washes over thorns of sex.

Watch the children play and see their hands.

Could you whisper infidelity to mom?

Or would you raise the issues with another failed law abiding deceiver?

Lets attach some love & laugh a little shall we?

Let us enjoy her while she’s skipping!

Select a decent night and travel nude. Inflict her with your dreams of youth.

Would she smile? Would she gratefully please? Would she even make you breakfast and pour you wine?

Sure, a mishmash of thoughts; these dreams that play with you inside.

Have you asked her for money or seen her played?

Experienced kisses tickle her precious face. Though I say nothing for her love.

I sacrifice my virginity for her. A showered wall of heat. Or fun.

But back to you.

A strange idea in a strange man’s night.

Have you understood my dreams? Have you brought the sacrifice?

Have you lain her out and bedded her fast & married her with strong sense of new age worth?

A quiet night. Naked clothes enrobe my girl.

I set my eyes on her and smile. Thorns will grow and tolerate flesh.

She will murmur soft decay as I fumble with the buttons of my life.

& I’d like you to understand my friend.

But I’ll let you watch instead.

~ hazy dreams of love & longing, of purity, of beauty, of HER, of them. intoxication.

© Ed Simkins

– Remember, not everything you read is at it seems!!! Or at least the way it’s portrayed!