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

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Young Girl Cries

Punctuated tears stain her dress. I reach out my heart to hold her so.
Blossom of youthful pain rolls down; her delicate cheeks quiver & cry.
I love her so; I long to hold, but how?!
She stands there naked within my perverted mind,
But no she’s clothed, & beautiful, alluring, weak.
Defenceless scars shiver across her cheeks as the rain pours down.
I’d hold her close but can’t. I search her face…
Her eyes…
Her lips…
Her trembles pour forth man’s primeval help
& my jokes & words are spent in need.
Breathing slows as pain subsides; a waiting tide of ocean norm.
Her pale face warms & melts my steely heart
Her eyes are puffed, her face still worn
From battle lost with upright sense.
I stand there glad I saw her slip.
Her sweet face uncovered, her beauty bare
To eyes which seek, which gaze upon.
I made her smile, I told her things,
I talked of nonsense & brought her round
Nice man deeds & honour bound
Golden points won but I walked away,
From conversation of tasteful, peaceful, sweet victory.
Words of relations I seek unknown
Were hailed as stories exchanged of weekend sown
En face I, the chivalrous knight,
Behind the mask, affronted king.
Such are men in lives we lead
That none will know the tales we tell
Our dreams which seduce, our naked vice
To the fronts we wear in social lives.

~ on saving a beautiful girl in pain. I cheered her up, but how I wanted to seduce her too!
© ed simkins