In Your Passionate Abyss

Sleep seems a distant kin

sweating like a race horse

body stuck in a scream

as if I no longer got a voice.

 

Visions sailing by

like a video on display

All of them are you

in my favorite way.

 

Every scene opens

with hugs and kisses too

Every kinda flavor imagined

always being left by you.

 

My senses are full

stuffed with wanting you.

Over wrought with yearn

heated thru and thru.

 

Like fried catfish steaming

piled high on a plate

knowing full well as I eat

you can't help but satiate.

 

Hell woman, what is it

you got doing this to me.

Sharing dawn's opening

with so much reverie.

 

Pulsations and quivers

run thru my body's space.

Like a poker in the fire

steam always in my face.

 

Maybe it is your power

that rampant salacious seed.

Or perhaps its me, my own 

lustful craving greed.

 

Sleep, baby, but a thought

as my mind dances to your tune

Drooling like an animal in heat

wanting you now or soon.

 

See my tongue, begging,

to lap your tasty wares.

Spinning with figure eights

in your flower bud down there.

 

Save me mama, save me

am sinking to a passionate abyss.

Wildly craving your sweetness

keeps me crazy just like this.

 

Del Cano 2006 September