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