You Water the Seed

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