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