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