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