I Need It Raw

Aint no reason now to hesitate
need you right now to satiate
been totin this load too long
to mess with no love song

I need you right this minute
if I gotta beg I wanna git in it
you done brewed my lust
damn near bout to bust

We can sail the skies later
need you for my sater
Oh baby, let me pound
on the floor or the ground
Up 'gainst any wall
on the rug, in the hall.
Git them thighs on my shoulder
first some light licks then bolder
hold on tight make it last
I just gotta ride that ass
fo I go all outta my mind
for you my lusty gold mine.
Stroking like no tomorrow
aint feeling not a bit of sorrow.
Waited too damn long
this need is huge and strong
They may think I went strange
cause I'm being so deranged
but they have no idea the fit
I get from stroking your clit
and when I taste your flo
I'm slurping for some mo
yelling inside when in yo claw.
Damn, right now I need it "RAW".

Del Cano 2005 Dec

OOO ooo Wee love your stuff

So Easy To Beg

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

All that you ever were
all that you are now
and that ever will be
has since day one
enchanted me.

Every syllable
as it drips from
your mouth is liken to
a silk scarf
you are using
to massage
me with.

Your breath,
that warm
salacious feather
slowly ignites
me to a raging fire.

Every movement
you paint
is a calling,
a calling to my fingertips
to caress and explore.

By the time
I have completed
reading you
I am spent,
worn from the
absolute rush
of un satiated
lust.

My tongue has
slurped, licked, sucked
and devoured
your womanhood
to the point I am spent
in passion delight.

Your words ... fingers
caressing me
to a feverish rise
which only
draws me nearer.

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

As I read you
my tongue has
convulsive reactions
to taste you,
craving to slather you
to explore every fold.

My body yells
to the percussive
pounding you render
with your presence.

And it is easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

Del Cano 2005 Dec

 

 

The Apron

The kitchen can be so much fun
cooking, baking goodies galore
but I found another dimension
a treasure in the kitchen's store

so delightful and wonderous
a joyful and tantelizing thought
being in the kitchen with you
tasty satisfactons I've sought

When you put on that apron
the one designed just for you
the kitchen becomes different
takes on a whole nother hue

The apron will not go on
over anything but bare skin
allows favored parts to show
mental trip thru pleasured sin

The strap over the head is thin
and the cloth in front does start
where cleavage blares a glow
and thighs are about to part

It does drape at the sides
dangling from hip's edge
a wide tie strap slopping
just at the curve's ledge

Tho I love the entire scene
one part never seems to pass
dangling straps barely cover
the ampleness of your ass
 
Each movement produces joy
spiritually touching sensual hay
raising my oven's temperature
in a most striking loving way

No way for me to just sit
while the apron is so alive
above your flaring fruits
lustful thoughts contrived

We stir and mix so much
lust and passion in the pan
and every movement taken
draws a touch from my hand

You favor me with thrills
dumb to the world and deaf
the apron's aura works magic
love it when you call me chef

Warmth hangs and massages
adds to the kitchen's mystic
when you put on the apron
cooking is always complete.

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

Needing You Today

You are my thirst quincher
my hungers satiate feed
you are the full course
for all my craving's need.

I bared my entire soul
exposed what had stayed hid.
You gently caressed it out
by being just you, you did.

I am always fully emotional
when thoughts of you appear
and I breathe you into me
making sure you stay right here.

There's an artistic  flair
I feel when in your light.
Stumbling cross the feelings
I admit to holding tight.

Too often I am speechless
by something you do or say.
I stay so fully aware of you
calling upon you each day.

Words stay aloft from me
to express the way I feel.
Searching thru the rubble
I remain so humbled still.

I think of you as angelic
beyond the realms I meet.
Yet, I crave a touch of you
from your hair to your feet.

Confusion? Perhaps.
I yearn to love you right.
My heart bleeds to hold you
a blending of spirits delight.

You challenge the river
outshine the brightest star.
My whole being aches
to mesh with who you are.

Invade my deepest thoughts
ever present in my dreams.
I can't resist the warmth of you
no matter to what extremes.

I just need to get this out
I love you more than I thought
one could possibly express
for these emotions you've brought.

I've always been emotional
yet, never to such a peak.
Wish I could bring you a star
and place rainbows at your feet.

I'd gather rays from the sun
choosing the brightest ones
for your shining trumps all else
I know till our days are done.

Baby, I inhale your trimmings
I yearn to tongue walk your body.
You are my supreme princess
not narry a part be shoddy.

I'm so engrossed with thoughts
loving you is a drooling need
even when I might be working
you bring me up to speed.

A serenity of satisfaction
a plethora of a pleasant core.
You stroke the depths of me
as I crave what you keep in store.

Sitting here totally drench
in passion's overflowing array.
My tongue desires your taste
even a drip of a pearl today.

Can feel the roundness of you
the slide of the slope of your back.
Hands are shaking from the thought
of caressing you so like that.

Molten lava like heat arose
from deep withing my being.
I can feel each silken blend
of the lustful touches I'm seeing.

Oh, lady of such skilled command
let me just touch thy breast
wallow in the sensual you show
so far exeeding the rest.

I'll fall to my knees to sup
from your fountain of love.
To just taste thy passion's nectar
touched by the heavens above.

Right now I need to bury
my face deep between your thighs.
Hold on to your roundness
as I soar to the highest skies.

Nothing or no one quinches
my growing passionate fire.
You are all the woman I need
to sate this thirsty desire.

Allow me to love you
to taste and wallow please
without your passion returned
I'll never reach the point of ease.

Sigh... love and need you, woman.

Del Cano 2005 Oct
 
 

 

 

    
 
 

Savored Garden

And so I entered the garden
as the swell of  blossoms ignited.
The cadence of my tongue's prance
stirred sensually and delighted.

Every stem swayed to the rhythm
blossoms perked to the full array.
Scented candle like whispers
hailed to a soft bouquet.

Aromas of love spilling
to tastes I've learned to savor.
Inhaling every thrilling scent
to a wild flower cache of flavor.

Tongue lead the way to blossoms
ending only in a feast of taste.
As the nectar spills its flow
narry a drop goes to waste.

Face buried deeply in the bouquet
nibbling petals swollen expanse.
Suckling nature's pure honey
trapped in the throws of romance.

Hearing your sighs of pleasure
only serves to rumple my desire.
Nothing less than ignited flames
bursting my body to raging fire.

Floating in the essence of love
riding thru the best of a garden.
That swollen blossom savored
if I'm too loud I beg a pardon.

I pray thee to allow me
to dine in garden's best bouquet.
To savor, slurping vigorously
be it in night time or heat of day.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

 

Dessert, Could Not Be Beat

She failed to tell me
just what todays menue said
but she held a sheepish grin
as I attempted to pass the bed.

Had no idea it was she
was planned as my special treat.
Certainly could tell something was up
when she got naked from head to feet.

She spoke softly in nearly a purr
directing my attention down
to a pair of puffy lips
beggin for more'n a frown

She said she had heard
I was capable with my mouth
making sure to keep my attention
drawn on her down south.

Can't lie yaw'll, was quite a view
glistening moisture beading
begging for my tongue to lick
as if they had been pleading.

Now, you know me to be
a man of compassionate flair.
It would be such a shame to leave
pulsing dessert alone right there.

Thick inviting lips puckered
smooth, succulent and soft.
Just the idea of tasting them
set my senses sailing aloft.

I let my tongue flicker
just cross the outside
before I knew it I was wanting
to slither, slather and slide.

My tongue dipped and danced
spreading those lips quite wide.
As if they had fingers drawing me
I chanced to slurp a taste inside.

Totally submerged in flavors
dessert  most certainly a treat.
Dinner wasn't really that great
but damn, dessert could not be beat.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

 

 

For Me, Your Pussy

Thinking of you in naked pose
your body, a sea of sensual delight.
My cravings to swim with you, increase
the closer it gets to midnight.

My tongue aches to lavish a trip
along your breast, tummy and thighs.
As we wallow on your furry blanket
I strain to see the pleasure in your eyes.

My fingers quiver at even the thought
of caressing the treasure you are.
And my heart pounds to sensual beats
anticipating how you raise the bar.

Your body is mine alone.
Every inch held up reverently
and tears well up in my eyes
knowing your "pussy" is just for me.

Del Cano 2005 Oct
Written in reponse to "for you,(my pussy)" by Rena

Your Midnight Sun

I went to bed with you last night
yet no way was I able to sleep.
Before long my body writhe in desire
as my fingers began a slow creep.

Touching every fiber of you
in  an attempt to wrest your desire.
Slaving against your midnight sun
your pit with its molten fire.

Making you to melt in ecstasy
as you sit upon the altar of my tongue.
Your lips, raw from suckling
quiet swollen with the music I sung.

Your midnight sun surrounds me
as I lap waves of orgasmic cream.
Our submission to rapture's aura
no less than a love supreme.

The hard edge of my sword,
the turret, piered the chaliced gate
whispered moans, thundered frolic
orgasmic shudders do satiate.

Gripping, flailing, furious moans
waves upon waves fuel my appetite.
Starry eruptions of multi-colors
explode from your sun at midnight.

Totally spent by journey's end
moist from your sun's nectars dew.
Its clear I'm a sipper as well a dipper
I so crave the midnight sun of you.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

I Need To Taste You

I need to taste you
it might sound strange
but I'm not crazy 
nor a bit deranged.

I need to taste you
the flavor of lust
the essence of sensual
the tip of joy's crust.

Need to pay you
lip service galore
satiate my senses
come back for more.

No matter the hour
or day of the week
the radiance of you
drives me to a peak.

I need to taste you
my tongue's never hidden
licking the fruit endlessly
publically forbidden.

Here and now my need
outshines the feel of wrong
the tunes in my head
burst to a love song .

Your taste is excitement
how your passion seers
and each taste I get
brings about happy tears.

Let the world go by 
hand around your waist
deep in thrilling posture
needing to get my taste.

Del Cano 2004 September

The Fire of You

                               

I reach and touch a flame
your skin is but heated embers
as your silver lined tongue
tingles beyond any I remember  

My body knows no compare
as it shudders and quakes
the startling ecstatic fury
brings on furious shakes  

Anticipation blows a circuit
explodes within knowledge of you
longing for  your touches
sweat pouring like morning dew  

Can hardly contain myself
in thoughts of all the desire
touching you, loving you
is nothing less than fire.    

Del Cano 2005 Aug

Flickering Flame

The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck 
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic.
Damn, climatic!

Del Cano 2004-June

 

 

 

And The Band Played On

With not much rhythm in mind
than what would fill  thimbles
her band started to slowly play
from a light trumpet to the cymbals.

She conducted a whole program
grabbed the trumpet by the throat
but still kept the music flowing
believe she penned every note.

Her band was nothing but amazing
each instrument so fine tuned
as she tenderly struck each cord
I swelled and puffed like a balloon.

Her music, with horns and drums
played a steady strumming beat
no way could I be still but to groove
with flailing both hands and feet.

My my my she reached way down
seemed to be right in tune with me
I felt the pulses of rythmic sounds
murmerings, moaning soothingly.

Every time I felt the music get low
and thought the songs would end
that woman struck up a tender refrain
started the songs all from the begin.

Never did I tire of the repeating
notes dancing, prancing so joyfully
you need to hear some of this
ever hear a band play a symphony.

I did. And still can see her face
dutifully conducting with feeling
harmonies with flutes, saxophones
drove my senses to the ceiling.

How we got the sheets off the bed
not a single clue has been born
but I could care less than a damn
cause her band kept playing on. 

Del Cano 2004 Sept

 

 

As I Dial Your Number

As I dialed your number
a rush came all over me
wondering what I'd be starting
by actually calling thee.

Fingers nervous with need
nearly cramped from the start
craving to be included
in the chambers of thy heart.

Miles built between us
needing a magical ride
One which sails me to you
right next to your side.

In my stammerings
I often crave your kiss
and rock to the tune
you utter to my bliss.

One day I need to face
what your touch does do
to the fibers of my body
from crave and needing you.

Lets just say if I 
had my fingers there
they'd feel the pulse of
the magic of your flair.

And trace the steps
I'm known to climb
when lust doth over take
by a serrendipity rhyme.

Del Cano 2005
  

You, My Addiction

Started to noticing
a sort of withdrawal mode
body shaking, mouth dry
quivering, is there a code
 
Go to the spot
you're not there
just empty space
a dull thick air
 
The longer I wait
the stronger it is
like sipping
a sloe gin fiz
 
Already high
from a lingering view
now, feeling stoned
from missing you
 
Damn, how'd you do it
a most satiating affliction
You are like a day drug
my wonderful addiction.
 
Del Cano 2005 Aug

Is I Is or Is I Aint

I gotta be a fool
trying to be cool
Not jump at the site of you
an ex lover's rule
 
What the hell am I doing
aint nothing wrong
with feeling the tunes
to a "good" song
 
Every damn time
I see ya I want you
but haven't learned
to act as you want me to
 
No matter what is
or aint between us
till you tell me for real
I aint riding the bus
 
I been trying to review
poems from times past
but seeing you on line
is like a loving glass
 
My hesitation
might be dumb
being without you
makes me numb
 
so I'm gonna shout out
Sweet Lady, hey
like to have you near
to make a better day
 
Is I is or is I aint
crazy as a loon
or am I stumbling
on an old sweet tune
 
Del Cano 2005 Aug

Might You Wish To Know

might you wish to know
what dreams I do play
and how I reach beyond
to take a little survey  

might you wish to know
how we dance upon the shore
tho oceans be not near
there are rivers by the score  

yet, in my world of dreams
of bodies with asses for days
overly volumptious ones
often get multi surveys
 
You see, needing to know
bout dreams so fair
awakens charming thoughts
with you right there.  

Del Cano 2002 August

The More You Do It The More I Want It Done

woman, you do it
you do it oh, so right
your methods ain't
nothing but pure delight  

The more you do it
the more I want it done  

got me in a bad way
always got you on my mind
when you do it, woman
you do it oh,  just so fine  

The more you do it
the more I want it done  

You the best I had
nothing but a lotta fun
The more you do it
the more I want it done  

Del Cano 2005 Aug
From the series "I Walk the Back Streets and Cry"

No Artificial Flavors

Like a porter house steak
juicey and so tasty too
what I find twix them thighs
firey hot thru and thru.

Willing lips, puckered
yes, both high and low
satisfaction guaranteed
which ever way I go.

Tremblings of my body
anticipation galore.
Nothing to compare
at the grocery store.

See, she can tell when
that appetite is near.
Touches me in a way
I feel the heated sear.

Table set to a tee
spread wide, naturally.
Serving proportions
presented gracefully.

No artificial flavors
all natural to the taste
and when the juices flow
not a single drop to waste.

She loves having me eat
till my senses are gorged.
She's truly an original
nothing bout her is forged.

Meal times, always sensuous
spiced heartedly, no wavers.
Not one bit of cholesterol
and no "Artificial Flavors".

Del Cano 2004 October

 

You and Your Garden

You and your garden
have teamed up on me
blushing erotic scents
bloom so radiantly.

Blossom scents
winking at my face
calling out to me
inviting me to grace.

You and your garden
form an exotic team
to enibriate my senses
least thats how it seems.

My defenses, all gone
as the fragrance rise
and wafts strikingly
it only mystifies.

Yes, the  lovely plot
betwix  ample thighs
sort of a Garden of Joy
serving to mesmerize.

You and your garden
offers up a treasure.
Working as a team
nothing but pleasure.

Del Cano 2004 September 28

 

 

 

Go Find A Porno Site

You desperately lonely
ladies in cyber land 
don't  include me as
a quick lay in your plan.

Don't disparage my poems
for a come on for you
I write for "my" enjoyment
then for others to view.

So many I know
not the least about
sending pics of body parts
wields them no clout.

Sorry for your condition
your social mental downfall.
Even with my caring soul
there's no help here at all.

I don't wish to see
your digital slight of hand.
Nor your bra and panties;
show them to your man.

If you don't have one
and seeking one like me.
I think you're failing
and oh, quite miserably.

Thinking by seeing you
makes my day complete.
Telling you, when I see them
I instantly click delete.

If you find my addy blocked
it tells the real way I feel
I've loved a woman for years
as today, now, even still.

Don't mind a tease or flirt
been known to do it myself
if you think of me as the porno king
better lay the idea back on the shelf

So, don't waste your time
I'm a simple man who writes
If your soul is that lonely
find yourself some porno sites.

You desperately lonely
ladies in cyber space
Please choose another
here you'll find no space.

Del Cano 2005 July

Disclaimer

  This in no way implies those of you who recieved this poem from me are guilty of the infractions I speak. The parties who are the shamefull ones have found they are blocked from sending me mail. As stated I write basically for personal enjoyment and the pleasure of those who read me. Being fully mature adults we should be able to enjoy the art of sensual and/or erotic writes without being accosted by non or wayward thinking folk. Comments or suggestions are encouraged. Thank you all.   Spencer
 

Endless Lust

A chance meeting I thought
so stuffed with sheer delight
openly, I soaked you within
overwhelmed, lust at first sight.

Instantly, tossing aside rules
charged full speed ahead
exploring passion's full limit
marveling at how it spread.

Endless, churning heat
touches fueled more desire.
The power of our passion
exploded to a raging fire.

All attempts to explain
failed, fell out of sight.
Thoughts corroded by action
bursting lust, at first bite.

Unsatiable cravings
like lightning struck
zapped the senses
sanity out of luck.

Each encounter grew
as if a volcano loaded
filled with needs buried
finally just exploded.

My mind is consumed
soul etched with yearns.
Your touch just rages
searing luscious burns.

The fire of us, together
blinds the best for sure.
An uncontrollable ailment
light years from a  cure.

Every fibre of me
tingles from your flame.
Morning, noon, night
quivers not to be tamed.

Helpless in our mire
we only depend on us
thoughts of tommorrow, fade
today, wallow in endless lust.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

Craving You

My tongue craves you
beyond mind's explore
With every cell ignited
I yearn for even more

My fingers crave you
to trace lines and curves
Each a tingly route
yearning to be served

My body craves you
in waves of fluttered lust
Senses levitating to
each view's passionate thrust

My senses are engorged
my tongue does beg to taste
the nectar of your fruit
with narry a drop to waste

To bury my face deeply
between those ample thighs
Your flesh pressing me
as I dutifully seek the prize.

Oh my, shivers and quakes
erupting much like a storm
The idea of being enwrapped
passionately in your arms

Deep breaths, heaving
building, rising desire
Whole body begging you
please put out this fire

As I am engaged
in lapping on your clit
I am grasping your ass
in a wild passionate fit

To ease this hurricane
this huge sensuous gale
just spread your wings
so we can take off on our sail

Your ocean of passion
rides with giant waves
Drowning me in your fire
that my whole being craves

My tongue craves you
with all your sultry heat
Lapping at your flames
a mighty sensual treat.

Del Cano 2005 July   
 

Gorging On the Orchid

 

 I'll just pretend
the flowers are you
so you know
what I'm gonna do
 
sweet scents floating
tongue raving to taste
wildly ravishing
not a drop to waste
 
gorging on the orchid
delicate with juice
diving in fully
hating to let loose 
 
Need I say  more?

 Del Cano 2005 July  

Dessert

 

You laughed when I said
at times I think of you as a tart.
Something sweet like apple pie
or peach cobbler from the heart.  

Light crust, sugary sweet
lending itself to more of a treat.
Slurping, sucking, sloppy
just so very good to eat.  

Ain't no reason to wonder
trying to dispell any doubt.
Knowing my tongue wants in
and never find its way out.  

Smiling from ear to ear
your thighs propped up high.
Like wings spread wide open
inviting me to sail the sky.  

Whose laughing this time
as dessert is served.
Hands wandering, touching
each and every curve.  

Tracing lines and shadows
tongue darting in and out
busy right now, Sweetness
but I do feel like a shout.  

Aint nothing better than
dessert served to taste.
Fine stock of fruited juice
not a drop to go to waste.  

Del Cano 2005 July  

Torrid Caresses

Like the sweetness
of a honey dew or
juice of a ripe peach
your taste is by far

the flavor to reach

I crave the touch
the decadent thrill
the silky like flow
the marvelous skill

I've gotten to know

the torrid caresses
pulsing my skin
flutters like feathers
softly brewing within

like strips of leathers

moist open mouth 
inviting honey drips
tongue clamoring
quivering my lips

body hammering

wanton feelings
senses in a storm
volcanic flesh
processing reform

from your caress

No less a craving
call you my addiction
you, strumming the strings
my lovely affliction

always, know my heart sings

Del Cano 2005 July

Ignited

Fingertips yearn
heart swells, burns
cravings brew to
a fire for you
 
no more embers
lingering low
lustful storm
bout to go
 
blazing flames
fanned by the names
you call out in lust
for the splosion's bust
 
calm yet still
splashing grace
contentment glow
covers face
 
Del Cano 2004
 

 

Hard Time In Wait

 Might just be too candid
got to say that you please.
So many thoughts of you
are way more than a tease.  

I got a problem Sweet Thang
needing to love you right now.
Been yearning for your love
like a calf for milk from a cow.  

Been licking my lips
in practice for the way
I need to slurp your clit
right now, here today.  

Been suffering more than
you might even know
need those legs opened
and you to say, "go, go".  

 As you spread your wings
presenting you with grace
can't wait to feel your thighs
tightening against my face.  

Buried deep my tongue
wants to plunge and lick
and after the oral action
need to get in with the stick.  

Oh my goodness, baby
the yearn is so great
damn, damn I need you
having a hard time in wait.  

 Del Cano 2005 July

Speak To Me Mama

She spoke in active words
tho nothing much was said.
Tongue spoke in silent raves
as my legs were wider spread.

She  targeted the subject
she speaks so highly of;
builds my cravings to heights
past normal levels of love.

She gives a whole speech
without any oral sound.
Talks up a big storm
to my senses ears pound.

Speak to me mama
tell me the whole tale.
Make my senses rise
and my heart set to sail

Del Cano 2005 July

 

 

Flames

 

 

Everytime I get near you
I feel the  heat of flame.
The embers can be ignited
with the sound of your name.

I think even your smile
helps the fire to stoke.
The way you turn your head
flames rise with no smoke.

But, my goodness,
the lightest of a touch
is like lighting a torch
held in inferno's clutch.

I just know the heat
is like a raging torch
but I'll stay near you
I love being scorched.

On your kisses
I want all the claims.
They are the best to ignite
the mightiest of flames.

Del Cano 2004

Photo by Naia 2005

My Thoughts

Your passion stands as a cloak
draping me in the finery of lust
oh, you so arouse my inquiry
ever feel explosive, as if to bust.

I read each word in depth
details grip the sensuous cup
the well of sheer desire I feel
to hold you tightly and sup.

Not even one iota remains
of the clarity I once knew
my mind plays a simple game
today I am desiring you.

Truth be told you should know
libido had laid hidden in dust
till you came alone and drew me
into the magic of your lust.

Now my cravings have risen
to a level I shall call lavish
deep and thrilling is the loop
I'd so love to hold and ravish.

To explore every inch of you
lingering touch and feel to suit
taste the morsals of thy folds
roll my tongue in juicy fruit.

I see a feverish lapping
holding tightly to the hips
ravishingly gourging my senses
to the brim of passion's tips.

Oh, let me dive in pure ecstacy
buried full and deep in your desire
your words and thoughts excite me
and turn the embers to raging fire.

Lustful thoughts and cravings linger
to an empty touch to my dismay
find myself lost in tattered thoughts
from early morning till end of day.

But I do bid you thanks, so much
the mire of my senses have brought
new life to an old soul and blessings
in being able to share "My Thoughts".


DelCano 2004 August

This Ole Bone

There's an old blues song
which says time has passed on.
I maybe a little sluggish now
but there's still meat on this bone.
 
Don't give up on me too soon
I assure you I do more than tease.
My aim is to bring it on to you
my goal is only to have you pleased.
 
Don't trip on my age, baby
Its just one of those facinations.
Keeping you thrilled and sated
thats my only real explaination.
 
Tho there may be a few years gone
and we are a bit nervous here alone.
My dear, ain't no reason to be alarmed
there's still some meat on this ole bone.
 
Del Cano 2005 June
 

When It Feels This Good

When it feels this good
I just have to shout
Mercy, when she touches me
my body screams out.

Shuddering starts going
my mind goes on a trip.
All of the senses rise
as my heart starts to skip.

Blood rushes to my head
my mouth gets real dry.
My breathing gets short
and stars appear in my eye.

When she touches me 
she knows "SHE IS" the clout.
When it feels this good
I just have to shout.

Del Cano 2005 June

 

Blazing Hot Rod

Ah, you are like a ride
a sudden burst of need
like a hot rod jammin
always at top speed

forever in forward
throwing gears to rush
that hot rod to the end
climax's explosive gush
 
my, my the race gets on
each time you appear
just the thought of you
starts all engine's near

nothings like the thrill
when you give the nod
which fires up my engines
till I am a blazing hot rod

Del Cano 2005 February

Gentle Lovin

Oh my goodness
been needing this
from the gentle licking
to the feverish kiss
 
from opening the bloom
with its petals arrayed
tongue darting, slurping
no better loving days
 
Watching your hips
buck from the lust
as I build to volcanic
levels with each thrust
 
Deliberate gentle strokes
raising heat like an oven
building to an explosion
from so much "Gentle Loving."
 
Del Cano 2005 March

Your Presence Hits Its Mark

Simple as a slight smile
a light beam to touch
yet draws me closer
you tweek me so much.
 
Your hair brushing me
touching gainst my skin
senses rise and tingling
so good feels like sin.
 
Just the site of your face
shoots a sparkle in the air  
broadening my smile
to what seems like a flair.
 
I rise to the occassion
as your presence hits the marks.
The whole of you sends out
mighty glowing sparks.
 
Woman, in simple terms
you blow my mind to bits
and raise sensual images
like nipples on your tits.
 
The softness of your touch
your radiance rising in my air
shouts out to me in rhyming notes
damn, you're good, I declare.
 
You shatter old thoughts
trash what was formerly my pain
and as you're working your magic
can't help but call out your name.
 
You say you're just being you
nothing special I hear you say
yet you bring so much joy
and make me happier each day.
 
Whatever you have is wonderful
nothing I might compare thereof
it warms to the core of my soul
like a mighty comforter of love.
 
Del Cano 2005 May
 

 

Mornin Thoughts

Just a little bitty note
to tell you bout my morn
last night I got out a shout
and big part of my horn
 
I was fully sober
till your inebriating touch
rocked my libido
which needed it so much
 
I am aware of need
like when you returned
girls night out syndrom
with that heated burn
 
You favored me
with your pulsing clit
and I fell asleep
joyously licking it
 
Just to let you know
when the need arise
I can be your tongue
and more besides
 
sleep on, sweet lady
rest your tired soul
I'm going out to work now
feeling like new gold
 
But I feel the need
to give you lots of praise
for the whopping thrill
you done put in my days
 
 
Be good and be blessed
get yourself some rest
lounge around in bliss
and here I send you a kiss
 
Spencer   2005 March
 
 

Love To Make Your Juices Flow

Love to make your juices to flow
from fondling the places I found
your reactions run the gammit
sceaming to fallin on the ground

Love to watch you wiggle
when I touch certain spots
oh my goodness, so love
to fondle you a lots

I like to drive your senses
to the ends of the sensual show
while listening for the humming
I have so enjoyed to know

When my lips touch your
lower lips in alternating spurts
my tongue darts to your spot
till both our need starts to hurt

the thought of my face
buried deeply twixt your thighs
does amazing things to my senses
sending sparks from toes to my eyes

breathless licking and sucking
pulses my body to its delight
a touch of your breast's fullness 
soars my lust fully out of sight

moaning and groaning, tears
seem to well up in my eyes
the scent of your sexual fire
freezes me near to hipnotize

wild lustfull stirrings raise
each time I lay hands on you
and the volcanic eruptions explode
like a sexual wrecking crew

you whisper sultry slurs
nearly unrecognizable chatter
drawing me so near to your senses
like inhaling  sexual matter

your body throws me out
like a soaring sailing ship
and my I totally freak out
with a caress of those hips

Need I say more to you
before I pack the tools and go
baby you turn me on so much
and I love to make your juices flow.

Del Cano 2005 January
 

In Intimate Voices

In our intimate voices
we let our hair down
reach for little words
to add to the crown.

Like me saying,
"damn, mama, sho is  good"
Queen speaking of crystals
like I know she would.

Oh, baby, love that touch
you know, prize ass
she grins sheepishly,
"its a touch of class"

And when she feeds
me those lovely breast
she checks my penis
just a teasing test.

Course she knows
I'll be in a studder
as she uses me as
her sailing rudder

Oh, my the thrills
grunts, and a groan
and even more turn ons
when she starts to moan

There aint no better
or wilder sexual bit
than having my tongue  
working on her clit.

Damn, damn raising it
to heights, sheer desire
feeling her all over makes
nothing but a FIRE

And the strength of
each explosive release
racking my body
past and beyond belief

Giving thanks
down on my knees
sucking vigorously
aiming to please

Deep into the abyss
floating in a trance
gripping thigh tightly
devour them if a chance

In intimate words
naughty thru the course
of love making's whimpers
we both get so hoarse.

Del Cano 2005 March
 
 
 

Hotter Than A Two Dollar Pistol

He said she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
waving round them hips wildly with her joy
but what she had trouble really figuring out
was how she failed to woo this needy poetry boy

no matter how robust her tail wiggled and moved
or her tits bounced to the rhythms in her head
its as if that two dollar pistol exploded in her hands
and she lived the thoughts which she had been fed

and not till she comes to the realization that
I don't need no special dancin to raise my ire
cause I lay low and just wait on her to stop pretending
and figure out I see past her antics to see her fire.

she dances to a tune most do not even hear
cause she has a deep welled yearn to be needed
while I am watching her step thru life's travesty
I want her to know she has me now well seeded.

she spreads her mind while her heart hides from some
she wants to be loved and cherished with plenty desire
and as long as she shows me her true spirit and self
there is no doubt her image will keep setting me on fire.

Del Cano 2005 April

 

 

Gobble

Been wrong, baby
as two left feet
thinking of you
only good to eat.
 
Bet you are
better'n that
dessert included
luscious brat
 
Taste as good
as any cake
with sweet icing
you make
 
Flavored taste
might cause a burp
dammit, you know
still gonna slurp.
 
My error
like a wobble
more to eat
and to gobble.
 
Del Cano 2005 April
 
 

Good Lovin

Good lovin is
a cravin for sure
not just a desire
making us sore  

but a driving need
a tremble of the best
a wildly busting rage
topping all the rest  

good lovin allows
juices to flow in thought
anytime the idea comes
to fruitions you've brought  

wet from the vision
body dancin inside
thighs needin that thrill
of the lustful ride  

soul screaming out
need that magic touch
tongue craving the flavor
it loves so much  

wantin to scream
shoutout and beg
cravins run all thru
from head to your leg  

the finality of the touch
quiets the needed rumble
only till the next time
you need the tumble  

ooo wee    

Del Cano 2005 April  

Marvelous Lust

Age did not cast out the blaze
still the flame rises from its haze
and pokes out through libido's rust.
Ah, an old friend, Marvelous lust!

So glad to find you still devoted
of that it has been duly noted.
Love to read your special fashion
laced of lust and old style passion.

Del Cano 2004

Just Give Me One Sinful Night

Just give me one sinful night
I'll lap till my tongue starts to hurt
you'll see I'm more than a sigh
and much more than only a flirt

Just give me one sinful night
do not allow pleasures to spoil
I've practiced in my dreams
till my mind is fully soiled

One scrumptious feel of you
shall explode to shooting stars
set my soul like a rocket ship
on target to maybe Mars

Just give me one sinful night
of the pleasures I so adore
If you fill the order of my crave
I would not need to beg for more

Del Cano 2005

A Strange Encounter

How will I start this tale of tart
most tasty each morsel’s flavor.
How she brewed, then renewed
the reckoning of lusts to savor.

Cannot lie she pleased the eye
of every fiber’s craving want
and all the senses raised in unison
till my body was tight and taunt.

This eyelicious creature, delicious
in all visual meanings of the word.
Honey, flowing from her mouth;
ecstatic sounds so rarely heard.

Need I say I found no way
to resist her presence’s appeal.
As she stroked manhood’s yoke
I responded with zest and zeal.

And, oh, how would I know
she’d turn my body to jell.
A bursting crease then released
one hell of an odorous smell.

I was stuck! Mind went amuck;
seemed frozen in a senseless state.
I tried and tried to break the grip
she held so firmly on my fate.

A mighty fight went on that night
with oh, a many a grunt and groan.
Then, as suddenly as she appeared
I found that I was just all alone!

My foggy state then did abate
as clarity slowly began to spoil it.
I know for sure and I’ll tell you all
don’t ever fall asleep on the toilet.
 
DelCano 2004

 

 

Hooked On You

Damn, damn, sweet lady
you sure got me hooked
I'm so hung out to dry
like a cheap love book.
 
So filled with lust
and cravings for your touch.
The explosive rise from you
I love so very much.
 
What the hell shall I do.
This gripping rising need
drives me when I can't reach you
my lust does start to bleed.
 
So filled with need of you
my mind is muddled and tossed.
All my sensualness is you
my mighty sexual boss.
 
Am looking at your image
I need you to know its true
the well of desire in me
is pointed straight at you.
 
Del Cano 2005 April
 
 
           
 

Good Lovin

Good lovin is
a cravin for sure
not just a desire
making us sore
 
but a driving need
a tremble of the best
a wildly busting rage
topping all the rest
 
good lovin allows
juices to flow in thought
anytime the idea comes
to fruitions you've brought
 
wet from the vision
body dancin inside
thighs needin that thrill
of the lustful ride
 
soul screaming out
need that magic touch
tongue craving the flavor
it loves so much
 
wantin to scream
shoutout and beg
cravins run all thru
from head to your leg
 
the finality of the touch
quiets the needed rumble
only till the next time
you need the tumble
 
ooo weee

Del Cano 2005 April 

 

Feel Me (Collab w Tammy Jones)

darkness
cloaks my world
blue midnight aura
moon yellow full
nocturnal, animalistic flavor
howling desires
vast open space
no one around
if I called your name,
would you hold me?

Crimson-scarred heart
hollow internal vibration
primal drum like beats
voracious desires
loneliness floods a dark soul
tall, unconquered walls cave in
strength cracks from rushes of ocean waves
pent up sexual juices reach maximum
overtaking me to ask,
would you touch me?

moon and sun eclipse
mystic gloom soon satiated
by a candescent glow
that overpowers the soul
shallow beats soon wade in calm waters
of my clitorical core
acknowledging
in my pain,
through my flaws,
my understanding,
and honesty,
that you feel me

Tammy M Jones

Feel You?

Words are difficult
to burst thru the darkness
you harbor with such
howling desire
each time I think
of you, of your pain
my soul ignites in fire.

Just call my name
let me hold you
just whisper it out loud
I'll run to you.

Oh, I so hate the voice
I hear above the rumble.
Primal drums beating
begging for a tumble.
Pent up sexual juices
flood the senses of the soul
desire, powerful as yours
should never get so old.

Just whisper my name
I've longed so much
my body drools for you
craving a simple touch.

Let me bring on an eclipse
of both the sun and the moon
take a ride on the magic carpet
while singing the same tune.
No clitorial ache should rise
from so long a lack of action
allow my use of tongue and all
to present your best satisfaction.

Your only flaw is loving
one who fails your needs
in leaving you in agony;
senses crying out in pleads.

Just call me or a simple
whisper certainly will do.
I feel you. Touch, hold me
let me come running to you.

Del Cano 2004, August
 

Not A Word Spoken

I shan't speak with any words
just say it with tongue and lips
the message says the same
when diving twixt gyrating hips.

My eyes read the words
when you speak the way you do
not a damn thing I need say
only need to start to fondle you.

The conversation raves on
words are rare and short
everything has been said
my tongue has made its start.

The scent of lust and passion
speak loudly, seems so floral.
All the talking I need do is done
without a word spoken oral.

Del Cano 2004 November

Could Not Forget

Could Not Forget

Awoke with a start
drenched in sweat
body shaking, trembling
could not forget.

Another visit
startling it seemed.
We met again
yet in a dream.

You floated in
at the peek of nite.
A passionate kiss
to set it right.

Started to stroke
then went to your show.
Exposed the thighs
I'm getting to know.

Deep breathing
lusty groaning.
Grappling for you
amist my moaning.

My tongue explored,
succulent the breast.
Knowing soon it
would taste the rest.

Riding high waves
floating on a cloud.
Soaring in ecstasy
beyond what's allowed.

Just as the volcano
was about to erupt.
It all ended, too soon
too damn abrupt.

Awoke with a start
drenched in sweat
body shaking, trembling
how could I forget.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

Scream and Shout!

Scream and Shout

Feel like a shout
even a scream out loud.
Man, oh man, that girl
makes me so proud.

I look at her, tremble
lust rising like the sun.
Um hmmm, my my
eyes see lots of fun.

That woman has legs
and thighs just right.
Her ass jumps out at me
a dream in the night.

Oh my, she thrills;
those lucious breast
stand out beggingly
just for me to caress.

Now, I just gotta say
her cunt is so inviting.
My tongue so loves to lap it
making all of her exciting.

Oooo weee, she turns me on
I get hard as a desert bone.
Thinking bout lovin her
brings on grunts and a groan.

I go all the way wild
like a rabid dog in heat.
Foaming at the mouth
damn, she's good to eat.

My body trembles
shakes like a vibrator
she stirs up my calm
like a machine agitator.

Mercy, mercy, yahoo
just gotta strut about.
That woman is fantastic
makes me scream and shout.

Del Cano 2005 March

Touch Me

Touch Me!Touch Me!

Mercy, mercy I see
O love, just comfort me
passion dumped in fire
raising senses higher.
 
O touch me
seduce the deepest part
raise to the hieghts
lay passion, a la cart.

Tumultuous tremblings
rattling up my brain
thighs quivering
driving me insane.

O glory be, whispers
shouting out loud,
"touch me, touch me",
senses up in a cloud.

Please, please
just a little taste
pray not this feeling
go to waste.
 
Luscious dreams
nibblings of you
levitate, spirits of love
a taste shall do.

Precious love
entwine my ecstasy
passion fruit blaring,
"Touch me! Touch me!"

DelCano, 2004

Flickering Flame

The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic.
Damn, climatic!


Del Cano 2004-June

Reasons For Love

Something important has come to my attention over the years with my contact with various people. This may not apply to all people but it does apply to the ones I have had daily interaction with on one level or the other. At first I thought my ears were simply missing part of our conversations. Maybe I wasn't giving my unabridged attention or simply misunderstood the conversations. Could it have been I just was hearing only what I wanted to or taking from the conversations only what I wanted to. Maybe I was, to my shock, actually hearing those conversations right and fully. This began to bother me, eat away at me and I had to do something about it.  So I started putting everything else aside and contributed all my focus on our conversations.

I began to make a study of these verbal meetings in depth. Kept a mental log and what I discovered was stunning as well as shocking. My Lord!  I wasn't misunderstanding our conversations but hearing these people correctly. The subject we most talked about was 'love' and the reasons why we LOVE....but mind blowing I found an underlying hidden truth that none was willing to let into the light of day and that's what lead me to write this article on 'love'. What I learned just might blow your mind too.

Would appreciate feed back from all readers.

THE REASONS OF LOVE

What do you love about the person you are with? A burning question with seemly many answers but which answer is truth and which is simply convenient. The many reasons for love is a gallery of masks we put on and take off as the mood and people hit us. What if you had to answer this without fault? In my life I've lived amid this blazing question and the people involved in it. I ,myself, have been involved in it's addiction; tumbling freefalling into the whirlwinds of it's arms and core: watching it played out before my very eyes. The drama, much of it so unnecessary yet so seeming a necessitate to all involved, the heart-break which destructed and rendered weak even the strongest of us. And what I've discovered has shocked my socks off, dumb-founded me and thrown me into a fit of rage, of the blindness we live this out in. I've seen what appeared to be smart-minded people walking in the dark of it, stumbling, struggling to keep their footing, searching for walls along the way to lead them in hope that they don't get lost.  

Many of us would and have killed for ones we love. Call it a crime of passion. How can a crime hold passion? Others will turn their backs on loved ones and lifelong friends, walk away from their children to keep it. Still many others will embarrass and put to shame themselves in public displays of fighting, arguing and rolling on the ground over a man that cares not. He will walk away with a third woman unbeknown to the two tearing each other apart on a dance floor or a parking lot. To their surprise and heart break neither one of them won him that night. Or, be put in danger in some woman's house by her live-in man or threatened by her jealous husband.

How can we do these things as people to other people. We say we love them because of what they do for us. Love them, because they gave us some sense of self. Love them because they make us feel good or the sex is great or they valued and respected us. Because she's fine or he's good looking and they have a great job or big bank account; because they'll make our children a good mom or dad. Someone has to love me because we need them, can't live without them. Well she wanted him and I just couldn't let her have him, because I saw him or her first. It's I don't want to be or sleep alone.

These are all reasons given for love. But are they the truth? Or am I often crazed with shock when told these answers from people I've heard and talked to. Why? They seem like very valid reasons to give, logic would testify very justly reasons to love your special ones. So why am I so crazed with shock over them? Valid question deserving a solid answer, so here's why. In all those reasons given me, their special ones were loved by them.

I only heard this one truth ring out loud. What I love most about them is what they have, will or can do for me! But I have never heard I love them most for who they are, the whole reason I love them is because they are them self and no one else. I love them for their faults and flaws and all their little imperfections. Love them when they are up and down, when they're at their best or worst. I love him/her when they get on my damn nerves and when they make me smile down to my soul. I love them when they're right as well as wrong. Love him/her when they get that little quirk in the corner of their mouth when they are trying to cover their real emotions in the disgust of them bullshitting and I know why. Love the silence that comes between us at times when we're mad at each other and the spoken cherished moments. Love how wild, untamed and free he/she is yet a steady person. Love them when they're a bastard and when he's a prince and she's a princess. I love them simply for who they are and will grow to be. Love them because I'm helpless in the face of the reality of their birth and I give thanks for their parent given birth to them. I love the man/woman alone. Period.

How can you truly love someone you don't know? Haven't taken the time to get to know? How can you love all the benefits that come along with that person and not love the person more. Can you tell me how you've answered this question in all the times and over the years about your loved ones when it was put to you? Was your answer, I Love WHAT HE/SHE DOES FOR ME OR I LOVE THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE.

J. Jade Huntress  

Ooo wee, Shake It

Thoughts of you this weekend
have me reaching for the ass
Massaging it over and over
to make the feelings last.
 
The idea of me caressing
each sultry movement there
just simply is amazing
and raises a sensual flare.
 
I would so like to touch
even in dreams try to make it.
Matters not real or imagined
love to see you "Shake It" 
 

Del Cano 2005 March
Smooch
Spencer
 
 
 

Drawn To You

O Lady, I am so drawn to you
and the sweet things you do
The sensual way you smile
the eroticness of your style

I am drawn to your face
a bit of charm and grace
and that mane of red hair
adds an extra bit of flair

Am drawn by your breast  
an inviting scrumptious test
even your cleavage demands
touchings from my hands

I am drawn to your thought
the ideas passions brought
the nice and naughty themes
you write of lustful dreams

Dammit, I'm drawn to a taste
lined with sexuality's grace
and the pinings of loves' lore
creates longings for more

My lustful thrusting needs
been stirred with your seeds
which bloom a lovely touch
as I'm humbly in your clutch.

So drawn to you
Del Cano 2005 February
 

Hoping You Feel The Same Way

Sleep became a distant thought
I arose to write a few more lines
imagination tickled the trough
from you I got some more signs

More of a wonderment I could say
have no idea of your physical look
but then matters not either way
you drew sensualness in my book

Some hesitating is actually good
allows time for it to take root
and properly study as I should
before sharing the lustful loot

Joint cravings can be a big lift
while our lives stir like a pot
settling in to share all the gift
making better of life than we got

To share the longings and crave
for a more robust thrill in tact
you cut thru the bull like a shave
and bring it to the point of a fact

My body trembles for the joy
you dangle out in front of me
burning desire rises past coy
even to the utmost of ecstasy

You know by now I sweat
as thoughts drift your way
feel the dampness turn to wet
from the words you had to say

Might as well simply admit
you've got me past just want
it builds daily and won't quit
touch me... it's the boiling point

You've done it quite well
whispering, be patient for now
I'm lusting, can't you tell
think you may deserve a bow

I write all the time in pleasure
to relieve frustrations mire
yet now I find in you a treasure
who created a strong desire

I've got to be open with you
woman, I need to be touched
do things I know you can do
I'm craving you so damn much

I get stiff as a desert bone
tongue darts in kind of a way
which tells me it ain't wrong
lustfully needing you each day

Let me shout with the thrills
I see in kissing you there
lapping while sharing the wills
past your moist patch of hair

Let me lay back the petals
and lick the blossom's point
burying my face in your kettle
tasting one of the parts I want

While licking and sucking
I'll firmly hold your ass
we'll joyfull get to fucking
making it a touch of class

Pssst! Come close here
while nibbling your neck
I'll whisper in your ear
to start the loving trek

Make me make us good
to share secrets in the dark
lets write like we never could
to make ourselves really spark

We can become the best
making each other crow
as I await words from you
so we both be in the know

Relieve frustration's curve
make love with me real soon
be it in the dark with nerves
or mid day at the strike of noon

O, let me touch you
caress you till I drop
smother is what I'll do
its past the point of stop

Now, maybe I can sleep
rest from passion's gay
and dream a little peep
hoping you feel the same
way.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

 
  
 

A Strange Encounter

How will I start this tale of tart
most tasty each morsel’s flavor.
How she brewed, then renewed
the reckoning of lusts to savor.

Cannot lie she pleased the eye
of every fiber’s craving want
and all the senses raised in unison
till my body was tight and taunt.

This eyelicious creature, delicious
in all visual meanings of the word.
Honey, flowing from her mouth;
ecstatic sounds so rarely heard.

Need I say I found no way
to resist her presence’s appeal.
As she stroked manhood’s yoke
I responded with zest and zeal.

And, oh, how would I know
she’d turn my body to jell.
A bursting crease then released
one hell of an odorous smell.

I was stuck! Mind went amuck;
seemed frozen in a senseless state.
I tried and tried to break the grip
she held so firmly on my fate.

A mighty fight went on that night
with oh, a many a grunt and groan.
Then, as suddenly as she appeared
I found that I was just all alone!

My foggy state then did abate
as clarity slowly began to spoil it.
I know for sure and I’ll tell you all
don’t ever fall asleep on the toilet.

DelCano 2004

A Prize Ass

I love every inch
of your lovely body
it makes me whoozy
as a spiked hot toddy

and you know I love
to kneel and to suck
to lapp the pussy dry
hold your ass, as we fuck

all of you is special
I do like real class
and my goodness
I do so love that ass.

To touch it is bliss
gets me harder to know
your ass is there
and I admire it so.

Love to shadow it
outline with grace
massage it thoroughly
my hands love to trace.

Holding your ass
thrills me to the top
rubbing while sucking
never wanting  to stop.

The prize of the ass
is better than I can say
just to touch it is awe
and I love it that way.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

 

Soaking Wet

Oh, dear Lady
thy dreams are not alone
in visions while asleep
I'm hard as a desert bone  

your straddle is ripe
with just a perfect fit
while bucking and sliding
I hold you as you sit  

my screams of joy
heard from here afar
tops the lustful visions
as you make me see a star  

No matter the outcome
my tongue is ready yet
and I know when I awake
my body's soaking wet.  

Inspired by "The Unspoken"
by She 8 Art
Del Cano 2005 February  

Stuck Tongue

Dear lady, you need to know
I enjoyed my visit with you.
Last night I was most awed
and perfectly satiated too.

But I simply must inform you
beg you not to get in a nit.
You, spread-eagled, on the bed
my tongue firmly in your clit.

Of course, of that you know
enjoyed my head being there.
Oh my, so hard to tell you
but you must be made aware.

Ah.... ok...here it goes
remember my tongue going amuck?
Sweet Thang, there's a real problem
seems that my tongue is now stuck. 

Sugar, it is cupped and twisted
to the shape of a figure eight.
The doctor said he knows of this
it had to be something I ate.

I do not enjoy asking you
but he needs to see the source
of the chalice which caused this
with its mighty griping force.

See, what he has to do
is measure the pressured cup
for determining the method
to get my tongue unstuck.

Must say there's no comfort
with my tongue dangling so.
Just had to share with you
lots of drooling, you know.

Its not really painful
lots of flowing and that drip.
Saliva wells in the corners
to drop from my bottom lip.

Not to inconvenience you
or cause you any more grief.
Like to know your schedule
so I can get a bit of relief.

A quick measurement
from edge to edge of it
and the doctor will know
the pulsations of your clit.

Then back to normal
hope to have it unstuck.
I need rethink our sex
more fuck instead of suck.

Del Cano 2005 February

 

 

 

 

SIGHT UNSEEN

Let me be your imaginary one
to soothe and satiate thy being.
Upon entry in your lonely space
responding joyfully, sight unseen.

I shall massage tired feet
slowly soak, oil them with love.
Tantalizing and craving to touch
begging limbs right above.

No, no! Dare not you respond
just relax thy weary soul.
Allow your mind the freedom
to be pampered and cajoled.

Loose thy cravings, be at rest
allow senses to float in a haze.
Give yourself but a little chance
to be tested, perhaps amazed.

As I prepare thy meal
with love and true devotion 
give your mind a bit of rest
shutting out stressed emotion.

As I feed you each morsal
and place it twixt your lips
imagine the best of wines
blooming with each of the sips.
 
In this little space allow me
to touch every nerve there is
and satiate the deepest parts
driving feelings to a fizz.

Before you realize or know
my tongue shall visit tired legs.
Each traced in sensuous tastes
promoting tremored begs.

Perhaps, a fleeting thought, no
may briefly drift through mind
but anticipation's delight
shall score it a true find.

So, as thy body settles in 
to every flickering explore
the speed of your response
burst, widening the door.

Thy tired soul recaptures
images of past loves lost
and flails upon the present.
Today's pleasure has no cost.

Quickening the pace of breath
fitfully responding to me there.
My tonque races towards the fruit
only briefly stopping for air.

Upon stirring the juices
whipped and sugary to a taste
lapping chocolate marmalade
ne're a drop shall be a waste.

My mind plays back a script
from an era I now so hate.
But today I dub "You" my dessert
topping meals I formerly ate.

And through all the tingling
wonderful pleasures above
please, may I whisk you briefly
to my floating story of love.
 
As you return to lonliness
worn from life's daily frazzle
might I be your imaginary one
to tantalize, love and dazzle.

Let me be your magic touch
to soothe and satiate thy being.
Upon entry to your lonely space
responding joyfully; "Sight Unseen."

DelCano 2004

Sex, As I Encounter It

In this world of ours we often live lies with untruths fluttering round like butterflies in a flower garden. Since this journal is devoted to erotic topics I would like to expose some of my feelings and solicit yours. I have had folks explain in great detail how they abhore lacivious sexual behavior and adhere to a more solemn criterion.  What in the hell does that mean? In reality what are they saying.  Are they saying they have sex but ....but what? Are some of them dipping into a neurotic sexual standard which does not actually exist yet are participants in perpetuating the continuing lie? My purpose is not to attack nor in any real way disperage. I am simply responding to the varied incidents of sensual expessions I encountered over many years operating a home repair service. Tho much of the anedotes created by writers and media people might seem far fetched or simply creative they are based on a truths.

Even when wearing steel toed work boots covered in multi-colored paint drippings as well as old worned painter's pants and a heavily stained shirt I have been propositioned by clients. Is  seeing a stranger laying on the floor under your sink, repairing a door, replacing a light or  fan or doing any number of tasks a turn on to some? Or is it the idea of availability of someone instantly at hand which gets their sexual machinery into operation? For so many years I could count on no less than "two" out of ten service visits to produce an open overt request for some sort sexual encounter right then and there.  At least "three" of the ten would produce strong leading flirts and "two" would contain at least mild flirtations. And I could guarantee a flirtatious conversation from one of the ten when I was called back for additional work.

Clearly, half the women I encounter in the business respond to some sense of sexual fantasy. It is specifically noted not only by their words but their actions. A woman who has received a confirming call not long before my arrival yet is still dressed in a frilly and exposing night gown is not naive. Nor is the one who hovers nearby while I am under her sink clearly exposing the fact she is wearing no panties. These are definate signals to me that many live in a frustrating sexual world and share varied fantasies. I read it as a possible failure on some men's part to not properly address their woman's needs. And for those who might wonder, the results of my unscientific survey remains firm across all economic levels as well as racial lines. In fact, the higher the economic bracket the more overt the propositions become.

I do not profess to be an expert on sexual matters and am not lodging a complaint against women. They are as much as 95% of the driving force behind repair calls and bid request. When a man calls I know he is in dire need of getting a problem solved. As a rule I feel the male ego does not allow him to readily call for service and maintains a level of confidence that he can repair it until the situation gets out of hand. Like fixing a light switch in the kitchen but the dining room light comes on with the flick of the switch. Or maybe that step he's been meaning to repair on the back porch yet now the porch is leaning and it's no longer a minor job. The woman on the other hand will call right away if it is left up to her.

Could there be some relation to the male's ego which does not explore his partner's sexual needs just like the repair situations. Are many woman forced into seeking sexual experiences outside their normal relationship or are many woman simply expressing their own sexual fantasies more freely?

I would love to get responses and comments to this entry. Many of my peoms are based in part on these sensual sexual encounters.

What sort of encounters would you like to see addressed here?

Spencer

 

Of Erotica *satiated* by Jade Huntress

J.Jade Huntress
{ warning: footnote here}
2-11-05
8:41am
of Erotica *satiated*

likening the countenance of the Rocky mountains, swelled
and tip the rime of maritime
in carnivale sweet gratification
tilted my toes, touching the throat of skin
where--- throat never should have been
but blessed me, it mutated there;

and in the hot flashes of my cum
I cooed on ecstasy's wings
bleeding over you
the blood of my passion
taking form, erotic dove
soaring in the ultimate thrusts
cutting, slashing ribbons- 'bout your tempest ribs.
holding fast, the winds of your hands beneath me
keeping me
in habit filled speed, of your rhythm
to the bodily rhyme
shooting me beyond time- in hold nine.

like a desecrated needle
threaded with outlandish needs
sewing wild my red hot fire insides
your fever musk lay out, raider's design
while I ride each stitch of
erection's hungry tide
upon the hems of your thighs.

and needily was I
for the pin's edge- my
folding flesh to brush and etch
upon me all your monsterly desires
yes even, accelerating breastly lust
such was the satiate of satisfaction
and grime go-to-between guess of my legs
grinding gravity to the center
of my pulsating valentine's lobes

when in gear after jarring changing gear
it lust defiled Oh so sweetly
driving deaften deeply into
my screaming core.
taunting, teasing, Ooooooo tormentingly pleasing
my viginial's mouth
course black diamonds lapping my g-spot Inge
flames, flames, Oh merciless flames
and I held , gripped tight
the love muscle right...iron locked,
taking its wilting starving taste
on the weakening boughs of your
famous last stand.
in your new founded well
housed neath the sliver moon, sterling streak chained naked
I did the Seven Veilds of Dance.
now tell me? What's so instant 'bout that Gratification!

*J.Jade Huntress*
J. Jade huntressch2005Feb.
footnote: Inge- is used to refer to mysticism {and a man nicknamed the "gloomy dean"
who wrote works of this manner.} its used for this first aspect.