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

Secret Moments

Seductive illusion of the heart
Dreams cascade through eyes which gaze
I take her hand & play
Caress her skin so smooth & soft,
I plead in want.

Words ramble forth & back, collide
Lips which seek to kiss control their minds but ache
I long for her!
Hands urge her on, closer tidings bound
Her pleasing waist greets my touch.

& then in silent mood & unseen game
We close without a spoken word & press
Hands position & tease the bodies arc to fall
Forward, forward onto mighty dreams
Urgent connection made, but slow in secret movement.

The world surrounds & angel laughs & fringe of beauty flicked from face
Her tender body exclusive to my wanton hand
I caress her fine young spine & dreams explode
She smile & ignores as she’s pressed against my hungry thought
Erotic charges fill my mind with great desire.

I kiss her softly, her giggling mind playing with mine
I smile in worship, her fantastic body hot below
I want her here forever close & tight to touch
Time slows & cares abandoned
I love this girl, this girl of mine.

– such that dreams exist!
© ed simkins 2016

She Stands Before Me

Fresh white skin announces the flowers of her youth.
She smiles.
I reply with warmth & residual longing.
She speaks to me.
A tender ripple of forlorn kisses whisper across the universe & glow.
I pause in stunned adoration.

I love this girl.

Evening’s flowers sway momentarily in the cool fresh thought of time.
Her hair flutters gently, teasingly.
Her hand unfurls.
She calls me forth.
I utter nothing in soft deliberation
.
I love this girl.

Naked and undressed she stands willingly before me.
I’m fixed by her beauty. By her youth. Her desire.
My mind swims in long delight across her fertile skin.
Her virgin valleys. Her tender mounds.
A nervous smile erupts across her golden face.
I reply in kind.

I love this girl.

Night becomes and this angel sings in hushed affection.
I feel the brilliance of her warmth & I know I’m home.
She, my love, my child, my forest flame
She, who takes my heart & claims
She, who burns in nights of darkness
Builds a King & she my wanton empress.

I love this girl.

~ it’s easy to write when I think of you, my dream.
© Ed simkins 2015

Butterfly

Precocious little butterfly,
Tailing the winds,
Making me cry.
Making me spin.

You smile without effort
With wings of a joy
Fluttering flags
Sexual toy.

You giggle & you side-step
A nervous little smile
Tempting my future
With a criminal trial.

For butterflies shouldn’t whisper
Shouldn’t want you to come
To the window of illusion
& melt in the sun.

She waits & reveals
Her smile draws you in
Sucking at you nectar
At the poison within.

I was alive at the beginning
Excited & free
Playing with this beauty
Her nature so free

She flutters before me
& I fall like a man
Entrapped by my butterfly
As I reach out my hand.

~ to touch, to hold, to admire, to love. Such are the dreams she inspires in me.
(c) Ed Simkins 2015

Fading

My heart is stuck & glued & bolted fast like planks upon the roof of my old house
Attached to you.

I write to you.

A buffoon of sixty-four & twenty-two, a guy, a girl & something true
all the thrills you give to me.
& far beyond the sacred tones of pleasantry
& dreams persist.

You take no stake in knowing that these eyes which look upon your naked face,
smiles & dreams & longs for you.
Believes in you.
Screams for you!

I, The man next door, or secret bore.
Or friend unknown or thoughtless count.
A rich man seen
In discarded time.

Girl, Stand before & let me show the world & all of you that I desire & wish & breathe & pause for you.

But you’re moving on.
& more I die.
A tear shed.
The broken cry.

Imagine that the world were books & I could speak my mind & look
Upon those lips which smile & eyes which shine in glee.
& stories bold would I tell to thee!
How much I love.

Or arms in those moments in which you freeze, would I gently squeeze & spark your heart, if I were just a happy part of the world you own.
Instead, bemoan.
& lonely aches echo across a silent page in lover’s rage.
For I want you girl. I always have.

& I see your face.
I worship you.
I’m in awe of you.
Besmitten & in need of you.

Your pretty face. Your luscious skin, Your cheeky eyes I wander in.
I smile & laugh & seek to kiss,
A slow, sweet teasing invitation miss
But love remains untold & secret desire will soon turn cold
For as winter flicks its deadly knife & takes you far away from life
I’ll slowly fade from thoughts you see & my eyes will lose their hope for thee.
But I bid you well,
That you should live
But not without this love I give.

~ i see her drifting further and further away & she doesn’t know of how much i care.
(c) Ed Simkins 2015

Tripping on illusions

I’m not sure.
It’s all bizarre.
Maybe I’m dead.
Or lost.

The sun’s out.
The clouds are rolling.
Things just seem strange.
Not quite what I expected.

Last night I was at her door
I was smoking the air
I was straining to pretend she stood there
Smiling in her fluffy blue dressing gown.

I laid down my roses
Wished that she’d see them
Wished that she knew I’d been there
Wished that she’d call me

But death is a strange friend
One who just whispers
Reminds you of truth
Shows you the futility of dreams.

So I kissed you on your forehead
The way I always used to do before
I stroked your nose & saw you smile
I never knew love could feel so good

& then a shadow you became
& i’m back here in my garden
My mind is tripping with illusions
A late night expedition to the old house of love

My dreams are that something new would occur
Something amazing would grip me by my heart
That she or you would come & hold my hand
That the dreams would come to fruition.

I’d like to experience something like that again
Something pulsing like fresh blood through my veins
I’d like this summer sun to witness romance
& paint the flowers which I see in shades of love.

So I’m not sure you see
Not sure what this day is I hold in my thoughts
& I’m tripping on illusions
& I’m wishing in the garden.

~ You know that I love her, but I want to experience this life.
© ed simkins

Dreams on My Pillow.

Daughter of the night lies naked in solemn, sleeping beauty.
I watch her.
I raise my hopes to a silent stage of want.
Heart screams as the ribs encase.
A fierce rage burns deeply through the cushioned walls of my mind.
I love you.

Your tender face breathes shallow & peaceful rest
My Fingers, of such sweet delicacy, caress your soft young hair.
I kiss you.
With lips of lust & warm desire, I rest upon angelic face.
A tender glance & gone.
A Knight protects his midnight queen.

& as lady sleeps in fields of dreams
Her inviting form wears secrets of deep, royal blue
Luxurious velvet blankets warm
& child’s bosom glows in soft inhalation.
I watch.
& smile.

This girl of mine, bethroned to the darkness, sighs
& my heart jumps high awaiting my name.
& should a single utterance occur,
Then beside I’ll wrap, my body firm against her pleasing skin.
& there in secret, still desire
Will I gently love my girl asleep.

I see a brief romance, a smile, a burning flicker of hope
& in my heart the angels sing.
Her naked face is pure, pristine
& I see through the shadows of her beauty so fine
Love has come to rest upon my carriage of dreams.

For now, with a last kiss before, I join her in shallow slumber.
But she pushes through sleep & arches pleasantly against me.
How I love her!
& surrender is secure as I succumb to my weakness.
Dreams slowly engulf me & my eyes wearily close
Reduced to breathless bliss & in sleep I hold her.

Contentment ensues
& with the warmth of young love,
She, my princess of the night, becomes perfection.
& through her sweet salacious seduction of my soul.
Conspires to drown me safely, happily
In dreams of sheer bliss.

~ before I sleep, I think of Her. X
© ed simkins

Late Night Dreaming

I wonder what its like to wake up with someone dear
To hold them & giggle, or to just fall in love
Again, like you did the night before.
To walk in places with the eyes of the young
When her smile warms up the golden sun
& her laughter is music which sings all day.

I wonder what taste is a kiss filled with tears when love is all too great
When her eyes are sobbing & loving & the pain engulfs you in a wonder so tall
That the power of her passion fulfills you with love
& sets fire to your soul for you know she’s the one.
Or she winks at you in pleasure & tickles your heart
With the softness of her pleasure & stirs up such excitement
Which conquers all of time & turns it into fragrant flowers.

I wonder the sensation of holding a hand, a tale of youth
Which glides, entwines & forces such sweet smiles
A hand that is always there, a hand that always cares
Stroking & supporting, pulling you close, leading you in
& then those dreams of her sweet lips, a mad midnight, a sacred kiss
Fun fallacy of hope from her & wild whispers of luscious love.

& I wonder the nature of her being, when the world is shared in enjoyment seen
Fun games & parties, silly tricks & dance
Rooms full of makeup, clothes & belongings.
Clutter in the new world where sanity once prevailed
The combs to her cute curls, the purses to her heart
Holders of her sweet dreams, keys to your front door.

& I wonder what I’d experience if love once more ensnared
Appetite for destruction or the making of a great man?
Lost in a heartache or the sanity of new bliss?
For dreams that I have now, shared with another
Fallen in love & headstrong romance
I wonder if all dreams, all crazed fantasies, would wonder of love as well.

~ late night dreaming indeed. A heavy night of too much bad thought.
© 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