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