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

Dreams or Desire

Flesh is alive, her burgeoning skin.

She smiles and waves, her dark moist hair,

Talent is simple, her looks allure,

Curtain of crimson, drunk to entice

Mincing in stilettos, hidden by the glass.

She stands in black, bride of her youth.

Her golden smile, a payment in kind,

The mirrors reflect each movement she makes,

Whore to the world, & giver to none.

Music blares out and the outside is closed.

Distress is a scheme given by the king,

Shaken and torn by the prostitution of love.

Perfect curves and fakery in eyes,

A stolen child with a broken lost past

No wonder the destination is fours on the floor.

Blood and sweat, tears and her lips,

All entwined in the flickering flash of a thought

A neon light, cold water and bath

Dreams of an angel scream in her angst

Forged identities shatter her past

Hidden in bedrooms, families forget,

Child in her twenties, allowed to neglect

Lolita in fantasy, rhythm shakes deep,

Man fills her full, hate waves convulse.

Her perfect tan opulent in lies,

A deceit screams out in her paid ecstasy

Outside by the church, god talks of sympathy

His flock walks by, a mitigated falsehood.

And the delusions begin, He sees HER face,

He runs to the woman, the child in her dress,

An angel in death who brings him relief.

He calls out her name and their kisses they play

He holds her so close & her body relaxed

She disappears in arms, a cloud of the past,

Present unformed, the future guaranteed,

She leaves & she smiles, a dreamer beyond,

I watch without words of content or of soul,

A mishmash of ideas whirl & they smoke

Chase the impossible or live with the evils that surround?

Kiss the untouchable who creates a smile, a girl who he loves?

Or hold onto empty moments in the arms of the dead?

Either leads to the grave…but which route to his death?

Insanity of the dead? Or the frustration of the living?

Choices we make, are no choices at all.

Just the capriciousness of God who stands there above all.

~ Beauty I saw, Beauty I met, Beauty I dreamt of, Beauty an illusion?

© Ed Simkins

Unfocused Satisfaction

Cello plays. Soft thoughts mount. Confetti falls. An empty dream.
I pause for breath.
Skip to the end. Let’s play tonight. Let’s drink some food. Let’s play for stakes.
Or fail & cry & laugh some more.
Entry point. A scarlet girl. Her lipstick collar. I don’t care what you say.
I’m a spider. A word leak. A fountain of truth.
She calls. I hate her voice. The TV’s on, but I can not watch.
I turn to you & watch you fly. You’re drugged. The sky’s so dark.
My light illuminates the earth. The moon will disappear.
My fingers fly. I talk a million different shades of wrong. No need to fuck. Girl is naked.
A clothed horse goddess of a drunken industry. Whore? Or heaven sent?
I pause. Breath satisfies.
Call for more wine & spill my disease.
She smiles & I strip. She steals my clothes. She runs away & the music grows.
I slip – repeat.
A final draft. A hidden couch. The girl in white satisfies my hunger by blowing me.
A filthy thought. A nasty end. A pleasant crisp. Smoke. Lights dazzle.
Slow, slow, slowing down. White wine & collarbone.
Kisses of a hot head. A desire. No bed needed when the lakes are full of soft flesh & dreams.
White water rapids. Illegal pleasures. Eyes steam as I fulfil my needs.
Red lights, bright lights, walking away. Tiredness slumbers. The girl is gone.
The party’s over. Goodnight to the life. Car speeds.
The music electric, eclectic, darkening screams.
The people are younger. The distance approaching.
The edge takes over.
I fall.
The end.

~ Listening to The Verve, my head began to spin.

© 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

Fantasy For Trade

An Angel sits; a golden girl,
Now released by man of war.
A token shirt, of white and flesh,
A virgin body to which I press,
A tongue, a kiss, a stolen thought,
& with my fingers, lesson’s taught.
Undress so slow & tease my loins,
Five hundred pounds in hard earned coins.
A damsel young, with fresh skinned hips,
Her sensual body & scarlet lips.
She leads me on by sitting there,
Her face so young, her eyes don’t care.
In many ways I take her soul,
This sweet girl maiden, taken whole.
She bites her lips, her gums they bleed,
Her young sweet body, filled with seed.
She scars my skin with nails and blood,
Her tears and sweat; erotic flood.
She grinds and screams, her moans excite,
Erotic dance in red flamed light.
Her skirt is bathed in human waste,
Whilst mouth suggests my body’s taste.
I hold her close and stroke her hair,
Across her back, to delicious lair.
She smiles and sighs and her body’s wrapped,
In lustful arms, though now I’m sapped.
Candles burn and sleep consumes,
Man and girl in stolen room.
We lie there now, and love it burns,
Her childish body for money earned.

~ No reason for this; just inspired by TS singing White Blank Page!

(c) Ed Simkins