Without You (Once More)

& Jennifer or the girl in short skirt legged stance of dreams,
She who stands before in dreams of naked youth
I miss you.

I long to seduce, I want to seduce
I want to lead your hand to kingdoms new & play & sing alone with you
In darling scenes of joy & love & midnight mass.

I’m terrorised by these thoughts that you could hate
That you could fear
That you could stare at me & see no truth within these eyes which shine for you.

I love you.
& my sickness, illness of a fearful dread pours forth
& cries in unashamed & woeful screams & dies.

Where are you?

I caused my own loss tonight.
An evening lost without your smiles which shine
Your eyes which speak of happy thoughts…& dream.

I missed you.
& when I saw you curl your hair around your charming ear did I find the breath to sigh & dream
& wonders staged my fallen grace. & here I think alone of you.

I gaze at you.
Your naked breast invites such longing that no man knows of no warmer sight
& That no man knows a curve so sharp or kills.

& I follow you.
A broken puppy which begs pathetically for dribbles of your love
For moments of sweet seduction in your attention; I long for you.

& darkness falls.

For all success & riches made in days like this for futures yet
Are but delicious sweets found laced with death & poison
If my days lived exist without the beauty of your gracious face

& dreams persist of you.
Dreams in which you clamber forth my bedroom steps & gently lay
& sweetly smile beside in naked bliss & heavens kiss.

I want you.

~ being without even the sight of you.
© ed simkins

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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

suffering from broken love

My love.
What happened?
What happened?
I was a god in fine clothes, the night before last
& we danced and we sang & we conquered the world.
& then today I lie broken & my dreams are extinguished
By the pained & vengeful wrath of your heart.
I am tired & I’m weak & I’ve always been in love
& I adore you & care for you & I’ve never said a word
Which was against you or sent a look which showed distaste
& here is my audience who know how I love you
& worship your soul & the ground where you walk.
But tell my dream girl, tell me what happened?
What hurt you or tore you,
That made you cut me apart?
That stole you away, that broke me in heart?
What pain sent you silent, that showed off your hate?
What cause did provoke you, or cause you to take
A million steps farther than me?
My love.
What happened?

I’m too much in love & that do I know,
Maybe in my actions to you I might show,
That I might lead you astray or say that I love you
But My love I do, & it’s killing me to know
That dreams are an illusion & you’ll never see
How much you fire you stoke & the longing in me.
But tonight you stopped speaking & you ripped yourself away
& I stood like a peasant, wishing you to stay.
& Still I am dying & my tears are distraught
Tell me what I did, for without you I have nought.
But I’ll shut up I guess, cause seems somehow I have wronged
& alone I suffer as pathetically I long
Oh My love, I love you
& I wish you did know
& I’m sorry for the pain or frustration that I caused you to show.
Tonight I am weary & I mean little to you
& I wish that my words meant something to you
Somehow something happened & I’m clueless you see
I’m sick to my heart, & I’m dreaming of thee.
I love you my wonder, & i wish you were smiling
But I’m terrified that’s its over, & tonight I am dying.

~ something bad happened with my dream girl tonight & it’s ripping me apart.
© ed simkins

Unseen by You.

The numbness of your thoughts.

Lips which speak of other men & break

The dreams I hold within, behind this mask.

I feel the pain.

I sink to feet.

My fire burns but no smoke seen – you cannot see.

You have no clue this love I hold; I yearn for you.

A ghost I am. Mischievous, amusing, blind & drunk.

You ignore me so. It kills.

You slit my wrists with paine of childish dismissal.

Fourteen again & treated so.

You hold my hand. But to you this is jest, not love for me.

You take my name & throw it round the rooms we play.

I long for you.

But you run right past.

I smile for you.

A fool. His muse.

I feel the weariness of love appear & conquer me.

& Numbness holds.

I want you.

I wish you knew.

That other man whose name you brandish like golden finds, what care he for you?

Nothing!

– Nothing.

But I my friend. I my smiling pretty, goofy, unashamed in ignorance, blissful girl,

I adore.

The softness of your touch which melts my skin & drains my brain in mush for you.

Or that waist which calls & screams for my hands to be emboldened & take you there.

Undress your clothes & sense the silkiness of your curves alone.

I long for you.

& though my kisses would range from slow to hunger, your smile would I confess each day fuels my mind.

But you talk of him!

As if god were more important than the joys of someone close who worships you.

You’re killing me!

& I see you do not care or know.

You put me down in words of jest & compete in ways with me that time will test.

Another touch of hand.

Warm, smooth, innocent ecstasy. A frivolous desire.

I burn for you; a crimson fire.

You push me far, & I can’t break through!

I m drunk in the words I write for you.

I wish that girl could love or kiss

Then aching yearning would I miss & dreams fulfilled.

Snuggled up with naked child who smiled.

I dream of you.

Perhaps one day you’ll call for me instead.

~ On being with my girl. She speaks but does not see.

© 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