Over Dosing On You

Ooops! Gotta stop this overdose

again woke up totally wiped out.

Up out of the bed staggering

listing and stumbling about.

 

Too much of a good thing

just shoots thru the mind

Waggling round in a stupor

of the almost drunkard kind.

 

I think the visions I had

when I fell asleep last night

Kept me in a listless way

till dawn brought its light.

 

Let me be as frank as I can

I made love to you real good

while you responded to me

like my dream knew you would.

 

We went thru the paces

touching and exploring

all the new feelings

raved with none boring.

 

Do you know I bit your ear

a whisper went too far

then there's that hickey

a sensual loving scar.

 

My tongue found nipples

hard and quite erect

sucking and licking

as good as I could expect.

 

Words hidden till then

dripped all over the place

looked into your eyes

to see your startled face.

 

Nothing negative came

you held me as I touched

explored the visions

I longed for so much.

 

An overdose baby

totally drunk from you

passions wore all night

in things you did do.

 

Body quivered in response

shook in anticipations stance

I floated easily in a loving cloud

we shared late night romance.

 

Woke up this morning

still staggering from it all

Drunk from your presence

tho I had a natural ball.

 

Del Cano 2006 October

Inspiration Is A Gift

I want you to get your rest

so you can handle your day

come to me in a pouting lure

cause I yearn for you that way.

 

My fingers have caressed you

my hands traced your frame

my tongue sampled you

mouth whispered your name

 

Inspiration is a gift of sort

a response when need dictates

pushing one's desire to the hilt

till it overwhelms and frustrates.

 

Inspire,my dear lady, you do

you make my body yearn

hidden passion wants you so

as the fire continues its burn.

 

See if you can envision this

my mouth slurping your stuff

making your body wild and free

craving to get enough.

 

See, if thru poetry's eyes

we made love passionately

let our needs fully be exposed

in a tradition unfashionably.

 

Let the carnal needs to grip

mouth, hands, fingers, lips

aghast in all there wants

bites, slurps and sips.

 

Let the body sail the skies

of lover's wanton fray

Fulfill the passion brewing

all the way up to today.

 

All nerve endings are raw

each contact a real blast

embers light up to flame

making the fire to last.

 

Don't you dare make yourself

less than who you really are

Accept the fact you slay me

much more than others, by far.  

 

Del Cano 2006 October

 

Bet You Wonder What's Up

Bet you wonder what's up
could your mind allow its me
Smitten by thoughts afloat
of wondrous ecstasy.
 
Wrote a series of writes
directed at your mind
in hopes to get you drenched
in words of the loving kind.
 
Each phrase has a goal
to wash you in its touch
and meander all over till you
shudder in its clutch.
 
Certain words are to feel
and send me back notes
letting me know the degree
words get heated that I wrote.
 
Then we all work together
to bring you to the point
of loosening your resolve
and every single joint.
 
When you are ready
tongue goes out to explore
flicking sensual messages
to every crevice in store.
 
What follows is but a treat
sure to stir and whip the cream
driving you to ecstasy's door
if not, at least to a dream.
 
Nothing less than a calculated
effort to make you shout
Thrills to totally engulf you
while our lust dances about.
 
Del Cano 2006 October

Seductive Smile

That sorta smile is seduction

your tongue telling me to come

inviting me to pleasures unending

knowing where we come from.

 

Your eyes slanting to a squint

nothing but a beckon to your side.

An invitation to the stable door

time for us to take a ride.

 

Saddle oiled and ready

as I mount with special care.

Sliding slowly in the seat

no less an esthetic flare.

 

Your eyes drift to parts unknown

as I become your vigorous steed

Both blind to the world at hand

addressing our carnal need.

 

Ahhh, that smile is seduction

satisfaction spreading desire

Riding to the edge of passion

saddle erupts to flaming fire.  

 

Reins loose and wild

bucking in the steaming heat.

Sweat pouring in cascades

from our heads to our feet.

 

Slick... moist and hot

the saddle seems to tighten.

Volcanic explosions

rendering minds adrift ...lightened.

 

As the skies of our minds pass

racing by like fast forwarded scrips

the ride slows to a restful crawl

with smiles stretching out lips.

 

That sorta smile is pure

purely seduction to my soul.

Telling me the jewels are there

nothing but the best mined gold.

 

Del Cano 2006 October