you speak of holidays
how your senses tingle
no exception to the rules
make my bells go jingle
delightful to the hilt
sweet glazing on the top
furociously salivating
lustful yearns won't stop
as these days go by
a thought so grand
stays within recall
your loving hands
pass the egg nog
chocolate covered candy
gifts unwrapped and bared
feasting, oh, but dandy
ding dong... entry made
deep within the tingle
vibrations thrilling
making my bells go jingle.
Del Cano
Anticipation wears like a cloud
waiting to see you, a breathless thrill
My whole body sweats in your view
as my heart races in a swill.
Upon meeting nothing need be said
our eyes tell the story of need.
A quick kiss which means hello
simply spreads water on the seed.
Your hands are as sweaty as mine
the lust appears to be in a heave.
Secretly we both want to love
sometime before we must leave.
Anticipation is but a storm
even but for a moment stole.
Those glances we know so well
eggs us on to be more bold.
Remembering that first time
like wild horses on the range.
Racing cross the meadows
hoping nothing has changed.
Oh, to wallow in your arms
inhaling your lustful scent.
Tasting the magic which is you
till both our bodies are spent.
Loving not only for sheer joy
but knowing we work well as a team.
Touching, kissing, fill the craves
sweating like on highway beams.
Love to see that wanton look
when your passion reaches that point.
And you knowing in confidence
you are the lover I need and want.
Juices flowing like a stream
catering to the lustful desire.
Mouth and tongues searching
seeking scorches from the fire.
That slow embedded heat
burst to a raging flame
Each time you chance to whisper
I need you and call out my name.
Like two animals in heat
ignoring the rest of the world.
Mind body and soul
immersed in a passionate twirl.
Kiss me, tongue me
lap me up all you can.
While my face is buried down south
showing I am your loving man.
Can't get enough of you
the more I do the more I want.
Nothing but the slightest touch
makes me stand and point.
Love me woman, love me good
make me sail like a ship in space.
Read the satisfaction that you give
its spelt all over my face.
Can't you tell by how my hands
take pride in outling you
Drawing your silhouette
giving me the joy of you.
Anticipation is a bitch
a quivering nervous need.
Your sweet kiss hello
is but water on the seed.
Del Cano 2006 August
Was just wondering
whats really on your mind.
You stroke every inch of me
with the lust I find.
Love how you are so coy
while manipulating me.
First, that luscious smile
then grins of serendipity.
I love the way you
entangle me in your web.
Then send me rinsing
as the tide seems to ebb.
You know you spin me round
in your vortex of lust.
Driving my libido up
till I think I'll bust.
What shall I speak to you
Are there no words to say
while fluttering in your spirit
when you treat me that way.
What do I tell my body
when the yearn gets so great.
Is it to sputter and wane
waiting for you to set it straight.
Or am I to attack you
in my salacious need
with knowledge you have
in planting that seed.
Should I whisper and tell
or shout it out real loud
Woman you turn me on
like no other in the crowd.
Del Cano 2006 May
Before drifting off to sleep
had wondered if we would join
someplace in that dream world
where passions be purloined.
The image of that lusty view
your hips shown under the sheet
your breast barely covered
coaxing my lust out of discreet.
I lay in a drunken stupor
inebriated by the scene
Sleep failing to take over
the vision sharp and keen.
The power of that sight
took over my mind.
Finally, feeling it,
no way to decline.
My hand touched my thigh
where you fondle me so well.
Arousing that monster lust
which words have yet to tell.
I felt the shuddering yearn
as you kissed me right there
and succumbed to the passions
flashing brightly like a flare.
Could feel your tongue
moistening with its power
sliding up and down my shaft
oh,the ecstatic hour.
My moans growing louder
my hands fondling you.
Pulsing with the rhythm
so pleasing as you do.
I rose to sensual heights
as you invaded delightfully.
Every nuance of loving
erupting ecstatically.
My hands, gently pushing,
the back of your head
as your tongue wrote the best
of words ever said.
As if a scream arose
but was stuck in my throat
I read all those words
you so skillfully wrote.
Feeling the crescendo
rising like a mighty storm
you increased the rhythm
as I held your head in arms.
Blinding, were pleasures,
you brought to the very top
knowing I would erupt soon
but didn't want you to stop.
Flashing lights and colors
raced right thru my head.
Eyes rolling thru the stars
I sailed right out of bed.
You kissed me with passion
arising and nipped a little bite.
As you faded to that dream world
I slept so well thru the night.
Slurp
Del Cano 2006 Feb
Pour me another cascade
of lust from your store.
That powerful blast which
begs my cravings for more.
Smile another of your
pouting luscious view
that begs a craving
need and want of you.
Ram my senses awake
with that lustful need
such a powerhouse of
dribbling sexual bleed.
Touch me with your heat
fire up my emotion's pit.
Flames licking at desire
for the fondling of a tit.
Cup my nature in hand
straining beyond belief.
Licking the history of
caring longing for relief.
Enhale my passions
suck it in to the hilt.
Drain the latent want
within me you have built.
Drag every bit of flavor
I perspire in your heat.
A choice blend of ecstacy
like wild animal meat.
Reduce my encumbrance
to nothing but a brew.
That saucy drip of manhood
created just for you.
Destroy every "used to be"
flavored tasty treat
curling my toes in suicidal
emotions now in defeat.
Rock my sensual world
with your mighty endulge
reduce this heap of lust
with my pants in bulge.
Run your tongue on me
salacious as it drives
my own explosive nerves
to an ocean deep like dive.
Raise those waves
to raving storm-like crest
pouring out its foamy laps
shows the more I'm blessed.
Free my stubborn desire
the way you did my heart
Thrash about in pitiousness
momentous breaking parts.
Oh, my, your passions
from every crevice there
explodes my yeoman want
into waves up in the air.
Tremble me in your aura
raise all I can withstand
every bit my firey lust
you hold within your hand.
I fall out from pleasures
you ever flush me with
Not being able to absorb all
thepassions just won't quit.
Del Cano 2006 Feb
She greeted me with a lively hug
nothing unusual ‘til I felt her hands
moving briskly below my waist
we parted with a lingering glance
Making my way thru faces
most known to me for years
greeting their family and visitors
memories shared thru tears
Hugs seemed to be common
so many emotionally spent
Waving at others and nodding
couldn't tell where "she" went
Turned around to her face
smiling broadly as she reached
rapping her arms round me again
practicing what hubby preached.
This funeral wake has run its course
I'm working my way towards the door
In the near grouping could see her wink
then glance down at the floor.
As I headed to the coat room
hands clasped by the minister
he was thanking me for sharing
tho my thinking more sinister
As I was reaching for my coat
her arm draped over my shoulder
drawing me behind the curtain
touching, caressing bolder.
She hugged my nervous body
pressed her taut nipples close
Crushed her full breast to me
made sure I felt them most
As her open mouth covered mine
I felt her darting tongue
seek a licking partner
hand reached to feel me hung.
Passion exploded with abandon
blouse ripped, breast open to my mouth
Tearing at my pants with a torrid need
I could feel the heat raging down south
Suddenly she stopped and backed up
looking at my now stone straight tool
she spread her hips and surrounded it
her mouth was in salacious drool
Too much teasing, I grabbed her waist
lifted her atop two large paint pails
She purposely but gently guided me into her
both stifling pleasured grimaces and wails
Her legs clamped ‘round me, ass grinding
breaths to a panting state
body gyrating like a machine pounding
repeated strokes targeting satiate
The fire of raw lust raging, burning
both engrossed in a moments heat.
All those folks beyond the coatroom curtain
and we, powerless in passion's deceit.
Could feel her muscles squeezing, relaxing
driving me closer to that magic point
both in a storm of sweat pumping energy
sharing momentously scrumptious want
Head held back, eyes mostly closed
could tell she was nearing that explosive crest
My mouth dry from the moaning and groaning
was nearing same volcanic eruptions quest.
A rumbling of sorts rolled thru my body
leaving in its quake a trembling shake
Legs stiffened to the rippling pulses
while she jerked unmercifully in its wake
A brief pause of tender sharing
draped in each others tired arms
leaning, yet balancing her weight
she kissed me from her pouty charms
We quickly assembled clothes
and hurriedly got ourselves dressed
not knowing the real lesson learned
but in that moment I felt blessed.
Del Cano 2006 Feb
A Collab
Just dying to gather my words
and let them drip slowly over you
allow them to drain down slowly
to soak you thru and thru.
You make me squirm,
and groan and ache
I get moister and wetter
from each word I take
I'll send a few to caress
your neck as well as your ears
and others to kiss your lips
drip from your eyes like tears.
Tingles and shivers
like mist from the rain
cover my face
and remove all my shame
Some words will head straight
to the pillow of your breast
then linger round till they
have been fully caressed.
My nipples grow hard
come alive and bloom
as you linger and lick
please take me soon
While yet others will slide
down the ski slope of your back
over the roundness there is
lingering as if waiting for a snack.
Your linger is teasing
I feel both our hunger and need
I press even harder
Wanting only to feed.
Specially trained words
are leaders on their own
they head for your womanhood
to illicit moans and groans.
I arch my back
and spread open wide
moaning so softly
Yet screaming inside
Each in turn reports
the results back to me
any falling short calls
so I may complete the reverie.
So full and complete
I am floating and warm
Saturated and glowing
Like I have been reborn.
Del Cano 2006 Feb
Sheer Velvet Jazz 2006 Feb
I remember the “purely business” attire you wore, like a drape on an Italian statue, not allowing the least bit of your charging, lustful humanism to show. Nervously waiting, reading the newspaper upside down, I buried myself in visions of the wild abandon we’d share once the doors closed to the outside world – we, the strange pair, managing to fit into the environs which never counted on us to even visit, yet each of us stringing a tether of followers and buyers who would kiss the ass of the dangling golden goose to contract with either one of us.
Did our positions drive us together, the myriad visions clinging to us like reputation does to a strip dancer? Did the pressure from that world create the lustful lightning we shared so freely without even the least bit of sharing with each other who we were? Did those demands push us to be wayward lovers in a sea containing the worst and best of dog and bullfights in business? The answers were as elusive as the success we shared in a world not normally responsive to us.
We stood out like Bar-B-Qued ribs at a Bar mitzvah, or old soul tunes at a symphony concert. Our dance, you in hot pants and halter top, rubbed the all-too-staid buyers against the grain, but our abilities to produce drew them. They ran to us, practically bowing at our feet, knowing we could make them more money. Did this provide the fuel for our passions’ fire? Did this artificial flavor taste good swirling in our mouths, dancing on our tongues?
To watch you peel off your “purely business” attire and expose yourself to me – me, whose three-piece lay at the foot of the bed – was the fruit of our labor. Even in our nakedness we knew little of the other but buried ourselves in the warmth of purity we found within the other's shared circumstance.
We fucked liked raving maniacs, striking lightning chords of fire, passing it back and forth like a hot poker. The sweat poured between us, like lava streaming downhill burning all in its path. Our feverish touches and strokes served to ignite more volcanic flows over our submissive bodies, the bed in disarray, most of the coverings fallen to the floor much as we did a time or two.
Even from that background of passionate pooling we kept our secrets. We
did not allow any of our real personal lives to bleed through to the other. This walk in oblivion helped power the lust we shared in hotels scattered around the world, as our schedules would allow. Sometimes we used code names, like “Coal Man” and “Silk Scarf”, when paging the other to arrange a heated tryst. My mind fuzzes trying to recall how long this went on, but I remember every touch you burned me with. I can still see each movement it took for you to uncover that light cocoa body of yours, glowing to a sparkle in my mind. Not one upside down newspaper could out-produce the ravenous news you revealed to my already charged senses. My breathlessness can still be felt; perchance I allowed you a forward position in my mind.
With the habitual refrain, "I'll call you and check my schedule", we walked to catch separate cabs. The honking horns, passing vehicles and general noise of London streets drowned the voices spoken only through our fingertips, saying goodbye for now. This time, as I rode the cab to the airport, I somehow suspected I would not see you again, that our traditional fingered salutation had drawn its last message: Goodbye!
You are the gin and tonic;
well aged sweet wine.
Thrust yourself out front
sparkling all the time.
Head full of touchable hair
eyes piercing directly at me.
Knowing as I read you
I'm tickled so wonderfully.
Adults, both fully aware
that damn teasing is rough.
I started out playfully
now I'm gonna call your bluff.
Yes, I admit, I love to flirt
normally ain't in my face.
Hell, woman, you rock me
with your charm and grace.
I bet we can write real stuff
knock out all their lights.
'Course I gotta admit to you
yearning to share long nights.
Amazing how a simple write
start stirrings inside to grow.
You taking me there to the edge
with full knowledge, you know.
I go read all your words I find
even your comments are spicy.
Just enough to cause a rise
knowing damn well that's dicey.
What the hell, I need to stop
beating round the bush.
Get my tongue in action
with a little darting push.
I write the words that sing
letting you know up front.
Down the road looking
to get off in your cunt.
I don't mince words
get right off to the point.
Your sizzling tingly ways
added to me a new want.
When you read my writes
look right between the line.
You'll be able to tell its for you
all the others just sublime.
I can see a powerful team
creative and spicy hot.
Firing up the embers
I can tell you surely got.
I'm at the point now
after one quick shot of you.
My head is spinning round
I'm charged thru and thru.
Don't know if its a good sign
or just a fast turn on thing.
I do know when I'm around you
them bells all start their ring.
I look forward to sharing
all the poetry we can write.
Bringing sunshine to the dark
and always a moon at night.
If I get too carried away
just tell me where I should stop.
I'll put the breaks on right away
make it all go down with a plop.
But while we are writing
please know you got my attention.
Fully, clearly turning your way
lusting inside needs no mention.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
