From These Eyes Of Desire

Her naked body lies secretly beneath her warm & frustratingly closed & layered garments.
I bite her waist.
I stand before her & tell her, ask her, of the world which surrounds.
I slide my fingers carefully across her tender skin.
She is smiling & ignorant.
Or thoughtful & caring & in love.

I pull her forth.
Firm hands grasping at her waist. She laughs.
Vixen or innocent in her scarlet robes.
I love the colour red.

Her perfect chest invites me.
Kisses of desire stretch across her Saharan desert.
A rain of lust dashing along her dunes.
We laugh.
& giggle. & her ecstasy & innocence confirm my want.

I pull her closer.
A perfect cheek caressed & fitting into each of my hands.
I love this girl.
I love her smile.
Her encouragement of me.
I detest my weakness.
But love & lust buckle & squirm & I want to fuck this girl.
I’m hers.
& her perfectly buttoned clothes resist my thoughts.

I cup her face & smile.
I want to grab her hair & make her mine.
Submit.
But I let her go.
We love each other but the world is watching.
& the world is a master so cruel.

We hug & wave goodbye.
For Love is not of this world it seems.

– I want her
© ed simkins 2016

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To HER, my secret fantasy.

That I sit and dream in a world where no-one knows.
Or cares.
Or shows the appetite of sweet delight which grows & swirls
Within my mind.

& there you’ll find,
The truest form of sweet devotion & strong desired, desperate emotion attached to the woman who plays within my mind.

& love.

Love,
A taste of such sweet fair consumption
Attractive thoughts of heart’s eruption.
Which plays upon the soul of her who does not know.
Although,
Perhaps despite crazed words I send, she’ll fend off modes of longing holds!
Oh, these arms which yearn to purr and curl her up with man’s fine grip
& sip the fragrance of her naked form!
A warm, sensual, perfumed delight with which I ponder deeply through the night
& smiles they blaze!

& raze from depths a man despaired, who thinking of his girl, he cares
& shares
With the whole wide world of man.
A snippet of the love and deeds which forge & gorge upon the wonder of a beauty known

& here I’ve shown…
in multiple rants and worships for my girl of love
That I do love
& how I love!

A love which if unknown and secret kept
Would force the angels of the gods which wept
To have danced and frolicked and sung their golden tunes
Between the stars of love and lover’s moon!

& smile.
& love.
The two resulting products of this flow.
Sent in secret to now an angel known.

& between the world & you who can tell her so & true
That man who worships, lives in love and honesty my dear,
for you.

~ a secret moment at work in which SHE enters my mind and smiles & love it blooms & wants! Oh to kiss that girl of such sweet beauty! Another night of joy would please!
© ed simkins

What is love?

Love is the abject dereliction of my sanity.
Of intelligence and wit and knowledge born of thought.
And sacrificed to the beauty of a smile!
& not even of that one which comes before in impassioned light
No! Not even that!
But that which arrives like a gleaming horse through majestic night
And brings forth news of joy through conversation held with…
With HER.
& I smile.

For love is but a quiet insanity of the mind!
Love is knowing all is stupid and worthless and fate will kill
But the heart goes on.
For it is trapped.
Inspired
But trapped.
For in the beauty of another one’s mind will soar a thousand dreams!
& dance upon a thousand more!
& hearts will flutter and skip and shake without repose
Upon the minutest little hope!
A word, a thought, the briefest deed.
And sunk without a trace in the moments passed

That is love.

An illness.
A mindless torture of the soul
A giddy run through naked fields knowing that in any moment the world will end
& send you down to hell again.

& so she takes your very soul
& watches you giggle like a fool.
For love.

& I am smitten

By this thing called love.

~ entrapped by love
© ed simkins

My Secret Girl Of Smiles

My sweet angel of skin, who delivers insane names & sacks of drugs in thoughts,
I lust, or love, or jest in smiles which take hold of wearied face & flattens them against the air beneath your lips
& worship hips upon which I hold my fingers told of want & sex & pointed need.
Hunger burns in the heart of man when trousers black fall from graceful legs
& film themselves tumbling like ash upon the floor,
Once more I turn & see her tender chest,
Rest & best I see her curves,
I yearn & sweet angel moves in slender grooves towards my mind.
In gentle plays it’s then I find my will has spilled in chattered talk across the waves of breath to kiss her sweet, sweet, succulent lips.

Remove those barriers of frozen glass I say!
Such a day that lust takes hold & white veil rips across her gentle chest.
At best I sing which such sweet happy clarity
That neither she nor me perform other than actions of silly & informal chat.
Oh I fall for her & die in smiling tides of bliss & eternal crazed devotion.
I see the motion of her hot neck turn in slow & pretty folds.
Oh that I could touch & hold!

Such is want my friend, that at the end of a conversation held in chapel known of work,
That happy jerk declared his love & found her laughing in such funny ways that,
oh my days, I cried in love & awful bliss.
I repeat the word & turn to you, what else to say,
but that she was my angel in the way she held me there, & how I care!
So stunning, so funny,
That dreams implored to cross the floor & sweep her off the feet & beat her failed partner to the joy of heaven
as we talked & talked & then we walked some more.

Oh, that I am a happy & a smiling man,
Her secret friend, devoted fan.
So cute, so sweet, an edible design, a dream of womanhood, a girl so fine.
A shining gambit of beautiful thoughts…a simple night…of lessons taught…
or learned & echoes earned in playful fun.
…I long for her.
Earth to sun.

~ so adorable, so divine…I wish I could place my words & thoughts & dreams before her.
© ed simkins

In Morning Star.

It’s a simple change,
One that warms the cockles of my heart
The spirit soars my friend
In minutes spent in outside bliss

A morning start is new
A creation formed from thought & need
Time in prayer & breath
Rising sun in warmth face shone

Standing still or stretching yet
Smiling at the wonder seen
Of plants & flowers grown
In light which talks of God

Fresh food is ate
& the feeling of the new day brings
Relaxed & happy grins my friend
Which blossom on an ageing heart

Peace & bliss & fired content
Flowing through the veins
Soft, slow morning wake
In sun which fills my eyes

Passion of an evening star
Fades in cool positions
Hope or carefree strength of mind
Begins in blue sky felt

If all the Earth my friend
Could stand at ease this morn
Then peace would spread around this day
& end hatred’s mad disease

I admire her beauty, I dream of pleasure
I wish for naked love
But standing here this morning warm
In sun’s ray’s I am loved.

~ a beautiful start to the day. A new regime is followed.
© ed simkins

When the Sun Smiles Down

Goddess stands before me, teasing me there
Smiling with beauty & combing her hair
She’s happy I’m naked & she’s playing her game
Driving me mental with the thoughts in my brain
I’m breathing the air & I’m having such fun
& She says in this start, that I’ve only begun.
I dance in the garden & I skip and I play
And she asks me with interest if I’ve something to say
& I bow down politely, & I say that I have
That I want a girl’s body soaped in my bath
& she giggles and she laughs and she blushes in the sky
& she says to me lad, with this laughter I’ll cry
What else would you like if I gave you the chance?
I suppose with such notions you’re after romance?
& I replied with a grin that stretched to my ear
Yes dear goddess, I’m certain that’s clear!
I’d like to do things and see many places
I’d travel the world & kiss pretty faces
I’d swim in the sea without danger of sharks
I’d fly in the wind & I’d love in the parks
I’d love to hold hands with the most beautiful girl
& I’d show her adventures all over the world
I’d seduce every girl that I saw & I liked
& I’d conquer every mountain I knew on my bike
But since I’m talking to myself & I’m probably insane
I’d be happy in this garden if I could only remain
For I like this sensation, this feeling of calm
When I breathe in so deeply and I stretch out my arms
I bow to you sun & in yoga complete
& I reach for the ground, with my head to my feet
The ants in their rush & the woodlouse so busy
The flowers in their beauty & I’m excitingly dizzy
& I stand up & smile with the intake of air
Standing up naked, just clothed by my hair
& I love your true peace, & I love you warm sun
& I’m enjoying the thought that life’s just begun.
So continue to smile & continue to love
& always for me, stay there above!

~ out of bed & standing in the garden…just breathing. That’s happiness!
© ed simkins

An All Night Hug Machine!

Such that beauty existed in my dreams!
Sweet angel of mirage loved me and smiled!
She held herself close and warmed this naked man.
She rolled a tiny ball of female fun and kept it close to me all night!
My caressing hands stroked and held
They pressed when she smiled and they loved when she slept
Her fine smooth curves and her fresh freckled skin
My god I could not sleep, I was in need of her face
The radiant moon sparkled across those lands of joy
As my fingers drove slowly and electricity flowed
Down the naked blades of her shoulder so close
Along the perfumed sweet plains of her arched little back
And the delicately playful turns of her bum!
My hands were joyous, my hands were screaming!
& That face…!
With her gorgeous star struck freckles giggling each time she awoke
A little nibble I’d take and she’d sleep once more!
No happier, my friends, could I ever have been!
When the morning sun tapped briefly on the window beside
The curtains let slip and the daybreak slid in
As an unfurling blossom, her petals cool, unbroken
She stretched out against me and how, how I smiled with such delight!
Her tiny little frame and beautiful face, an aching sense of love bursting inside
I said in whisper “Good morning my love!” and on forehead I placed a sweet gentle little kiss
She smiled once more and threw, threw her tender yearning arms around me so keenly
That I rolled her around and so made her laugh, a remarkable sense of pleasure inside
Her eyes were alight, sparkling on fire
& I am dizzy now, so deeply in love!
As these blankets of winter cover us in warmth.
Her soft silken skin radiates and smiles
Such that I wish for no human escape

~ perfect happy dreams
© ed simkins

Petals Smile

Petals smile.
Golden faces of warm sun basked joy.
Cool air cushioning delicate frames.
Beauty breathes.

You sit there.
Child of youth
Fresh & young & untouched by sin
Eyes gaze upon your tender dreams.

Gentle legs so slim
Skirt framed thighs that speak of short temptation
A nervous face,
Fear or flirtation, you bribe my desire.

Cherry blossomed pastels of pinks & white
Circulating rays of season’s sun
The beauty of your warming rose cheeks,
Your inquisitive eyes & questioning looks

The perfect place in time & space
Beauty framed by nature’s arms
With painters eyes my mind controls the scene
Your teasing brush of a fringe so fine.

My heart is raging though the moment demands calm
Drinking you in through the funnel of my mind
My eyes undress you
The flowers applaud.

Not yet a woman, you match the age of my desire
Your slender neck & lily white skin,
Dimples which speak when your smile then alights
The breath you inhale & the rise of your chest.

This moment exists in the garden of my youth,
We say nothing but gaze, & love is the winner,
Happiness exists & the battle is bliss
Our eyes talk in smiles & time we have frozen.

The light is so perfect, the colours just right
Vivid as emotions, pulsing with love
Dancing through the garden & singing with joy
A moment of perfection, beauty & boy.

~ beauty in the flowers, beauty in you. & all this for the girl of my dreams 
© ed simkins

Breathless.

Heart stops in nights of black.
Time itself unravels above the walls of wire.
Stood here I smile, eyes lit by beauty thrown.
Light of brilliance, curves of power
She stands there, ephemeral, intoxicating fire.
My eternal flame, my loyal love.
She watches me, & speaks to me.
Her sisters watch, from crowds of space,
Veiled clouds, so drunk with life.
My heart it sings, each time she’s there
Majestic goddess, lady of secret love.
Her dress of lace, her diamond jewels,
Her still white face, her frozen stance.
Down here I pray for a love,
Something that she considers true.
I beseech with dreams, I kiss the air.
One night she’ll come, she’ll rescue me.
Send such thoughts that I desire.
Then her daughter & I will profligate,
Will raise a generation in dedication lent,
That cult will grow of shining moon,
& youth will love in midnight mass
That naked flesh will whimper in sweet appreciation
& acclaim the love of the moon’s disciple.
For I am he. The knight of nights.
& I stand here in prayer, looking up at you.
I bow to the moon & fall in love.
Her beauty my appeal, her beauty truth.
For Moon is my mistress, my guardian of the heart.
Princess to my dreams, saviour of my mind.
Each night she appears, love is consumed,
A feast for the heart, an orgy for the soul.

~ As I walk home, I gaze up & I think. Life & My Love, Existence, My Future.

© Ed Simkins

I love you

Porcelain face,
Such rosy cheeks.
I love you girl.
You stir my heart.

I sigh for you,
Each time I look.
Each time you smile,
I fall for you.

Your pretty face that turns for me,
Which forces worship of beauty known.
Your goofy gait,
Your girlish charms.

I’d say I love,
If this would please,
For my heart it sings,
A foolish part.

I’d hold your hand
& cup your breasts,
Caress your skin
& kiss your breath.

You excite my mind,
& tease my loins,
You have no knowledge,
Of masked friend held.

With fires so warm
That nights would glow,
Your naked body
My arms surround.

I want to hear you laugh & talk with me,
For every moment in your arms serene,
Your dreams my pleasure girl,
My princess Lolita, my loving dream.

I would give the world to you my love,
If for single night with you alone,
Would give me hours of your sweet teasing talk
& the feelings of your smiling form.

From thoughts of your erotic flesh,
To evenings spent in youthful leisure,
I wish you could enjoy this simple news,
That you fulfill my every dream.

~ THAT girl again! She provokes such sweet smiling desire in me!

© Ed Simkins