Your Flavor

You always create a flavor
I have trouble telling what it is
but then I take a breath or sigh
in wondering could it be my biz.

There's a certain sultriness
you seem not able to control
but it gets to me everytime
you get on a writing role.

I sniff for the scent and flavors
you so easily send out my way
but constantly shake my head
in hesitation of what to say.

Damn you woman, stop
I mean go ahead....well
whatever I'm trying to say
seems to be stuck in my head.

Ok, Ok maybe I'll blurt it out
so the thought won't go to waste
Sometimes I fall on my face
wondering 'bout your taste.

Your scent of passion
seems so wild and free
reminding me of times past
thats the way I used to be.

But now I just take a peek
might even bite my lip
Can't help on occasion
wondering 'bout a sip.

Whatever lovely flavors rise
I can't help but enjoy the flow
and in my hesitation
I just had to let you know.

Del Cano 2007 December

Your love is candy sweet. I got the munchies for your love.

Two Much Woman

She said, I am too much woman
to only be identified with two names.
Thats why I call myself "Sweet Thang One"
you know, what other's claims.
 
As she held one hip to aside
her outline was nothing less than great.
Then I noticed as she purred
came promises that she always satiate.
 
Lips standing out like a creation
adding "Passion" as another name.
Promises of nothing but sheer ecstasy
wondering from where she came.
 
Ooo wee, look at that walk
as she peeps back to know we looked.
Makes a man wonder bout home
hey do you care if she cooks?
 
What the hell about short comings
she can only be fun galore in bed.
Betting the whole world she'll do it
when she puts to good use her head.
 
She just might be on to something
few other women have such frames.
And she just might be too much woman
to be only known by two names.
 
Del Cano 2007 October
 

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One Last Time

 

I want to suck your pussy
count it as the last time
so I can file the memory
hold it in a loving rhyme.

 

I want to taste your essence
before love locks the door.
and shutters up the event
'fore I taste you once more.

 

I want to remember your flavor
the way my heart kept it turned.
Wallow in your sensuality
till my soul can feel the burn.

 

I want to wallow in your pussy
count it as the very last time.
Before the memory is locked
in my final loving rhyme.

 

I want to feel your body
the way I love it so much.
to have you feeling me 
holding me in your clutch.

 

Just one last time my love
before the book is fully closed.
and my memory can stash you
from your head to your toes.

 

Once I get that taste, my dear
we can bury what ever we had.
lock the door; throw out the key
'fore things get any more bad.

 

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

 

 

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Your burning lips feel so soft,
As they travel my highway of skin.
Each time I am even near you
salaciousness grips like in the begin.

 

Your breath ignites my fire,
As it puffs across my turgid peaks.
Nothing can compare with sheer desire
I know everyone else seeks.

 

Your tongue paints curlicues on my canvas,
Leaving wet paths of pleasure behind.
While so engaged in my artistry
I relish the thought you are mine.

 

Your fingers prod and probe maddeningly,
But don't stop...don't ever stop!
Each movement simply a design
to drive us to the ultimate pop.

 

Their invasion pumps my well to overflowing
Fluid gushing forth in torrents of wailing.
Baby when we are at that point
mind, body and soul are just sailing.

 

Shrill cries accompany my shuddering spasms,
And you do it over...again and again.
Just like me we are in our own world
pleasures abound to the point of pain.

 

I want you inside me or I will die from denial.
You make me beg and plead and, moaning, I implore you.
Your passions explode my ability to calculate
the levels of serenity you drive me to.

 

And with a smile you ease in slowly,
Hissing with pleasure from my sloppy wet heat.
Driving my senses to the peak of pleasure
confused with whether I should stroke or eat.

 

My head thrashes back and forth from desire,
And I bite your skin as your pistoning begins.
Knowing by then my brain no longer has affects
I drift into universal out of body sins.

 

You roughly grasp the backs of my knees,
Pulling them high to reach the depths of my sheath.
As my member deep strokes in utter abandon
your body wraps it like a mistletoe wreath.

 

My nails carve trails along your back,
As we both scream out our lustful culminations.
Thrashing, stroking, pumping hard as can be
grasping every bit of sexual fascinations.

 

We come back down to Earth and I whisper
In your ear like a prayer...Baby, I love what you do
and nothing caresses my senses more than knowing
I've sailed the same loving skies as you.

 

Del Cano and Aurora Feb 2007

That Woman Can Blow That Horn

She is a musician
of a professional set
a horn blower supreme
'bout the finest yet.

When she wraps her lips
round the tip of the piece
know she has control
like a long term lease.

Makes the music real
as if the horn could talk
pulsating and puffing
like a growing bean stalk.

Solicits oohs and ahs
moans with lots of groans
Her stirring musical talents
created on her own.

No way to be still
with her tongue as the reed
your whole body responds
to her musical feeds.
 
When she's off in her thang
leaves you with a groping hand.
The way she blows that horn
making you feel like part of the band.

That woman can blow that horn
sending your senses off the chart.
When you think she's out of breath
suddenly comes a brand new start.

Wears you down to a slippery ooze
after explosive molten flow is born.
Leaving you sunk in a precious afterglow
damn, that woman can blow that horn.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

 

I Keep Reaching for Words

I keep reaching for words
to explain and say how great
the feelings are when I think
you are on desire's plate.
 
We stumbled to the same room
with hidden desires a stirring
bumped into each other
now our worlds are whirling
 
round and round I go
nearly ablaze with need
you put my senses in a pot
and cooked then till I bleed
 
Simple consumptions of lust
cravings lapping like fire 
nothing less than a touch
to quench this huge desire
 
What makes it more tempting
we share the same level of lust
our bodies share a connection
swelling as if they were to bust.
 
I find myself in thoughts
of all the ways to please
and caress and hold you
much farther than a tease
 
you raised the bar quite high
till my senses hang on a cliff
and keep my wants on alert
and my penis standing stiff
 
might as well admit it all
you strumb the music strings
like an orchestra in full play
I hear as the music rings
 
You have such a demeanor
that strikes my inner soul
gentle to a fault and pleasing
you mask my days of old
 
nothing less than a touch
from you will do me great
can't imagine the thrills
and how you'd satiate
 
I want so badly to go down
bury my face 'tween your thighs
wallow in your garden's fruits
till my senses reach the skies
 
every inch of your body
would charge the best of me
as I kiss and suck your breast
imagine could only be ecstasy 
 
I want to love the pain from you
and dump my angst as well
love up on some new dreams
we'd both would love to tell.
 
all the miles away from me
the connection remains as strong
and deeper than a rivers flow
and certainly just as long.
 
to hold you close to me
as good as the best of sin
need to kiss your mouth 
and share skin to skin.
 
Let me suck and lick
and explore the whole of you
as I ride the magic of your love
see heavens bursting thru
 
I see stars and radiant moons
while the sun shines at night
and your love screams to me
making my heart shine bright
 
you upset the cart of my life
and knocked over the plan
Igo nutty when I hear you say
I am your loving man
 
Oh baby, I have said enough
what happens next I don't know
but I do feel what ever is next
for us is suppose to be so.
 
Del Cano 2007 May
 
 
 
 
  
 
 

Loving Complete

Kisses ever powerful
fingers massaging the spot
Till passion takes over
body begging for what she's got.

Legs up on my shoulder
spreading her garden's bloom.
Buried deep within her pot
not wanting to explode too soon.

Plunging rhymically
to the background of our groans
Hearing her calling out "baby, baby"
is but the title to our songs.

Sailing to a weighless sky
stars shooting pass in jest
Know of nothing to compare
cause she is the very best.

Fuck me mama till I cry
drive my senses to lover's hell.
Make me scream out loud
as you continue to ring my bell.

Torture me with your passions
drive my senses more insane.
Flesh to flesh in a fusion state
sweat pouring down like rain.

When you say, "cum baby, cum
explode in me right this minute"
it only pushes me to want more
and thrust to get deeper in it.

When that erupting starts
I'm dreading to ever let go
for all I feel is pleasured bites
and a craving in wanting mo.

Ahh, the serenity, that peace
that floating on air is so neat.
Again we reached the mountain top
and my love for you is complete.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

 

 

Last Night

Last night you soaked me
in the essense of love's desire
knowing full well the outcome
would set my soul on fire.

Without hesitation or thought
I succumbed to the heat you raised
that burning sensation of ecstasy
that drives me fully crazed.

Oh, baby, last night you loved me
the way I needed it done
kissing and caressing me
driving my senses to a run.

When you touch me like that
my world goes on a mighty spin
and I relish each moment
of your love till the dripping end.

Del Cano 2007 April

Let Me Hear That Song

Let Me Hear That Song :

I woke up to a rhapsody

reached to touch each note

and as I heard her breath

knew it a song she wrote.

Could Only Lead To Serious Banging

As I approached could see her
going round the same corner I must go
Nearly every morning she walks this way
too soon to offer a ride or shall I blow?

Her sunlight smile lit up brightly
as I passed by she gave a wave.
Wondering if she shares the same
her image is one I've learned crave.

Actually she strolls by the work site
more than one time each day.
When I sit on the steps for a break
I look to see if she is on the way.

Decision made, I slowed to a crawl
bid her good morning with a smile.
She dribbled something bout a good day
smiling as I stuttered like a child.

She stopped in front of the work place
seemed to anticipate where I'd park.
This early bright spring morning
just a notch past dawn's fading dark.

As I carried tools to the porch
she lingered close by chatting.
Stumbling over sweet words
cheeks rosy with eyelids batting.

Her nervous moves were the message
telling me to look over all her goods.
Delicious round hips and protruding breast
evoked animalistic thoughts from the woods.

Obviously she was making sure
I got to view her from any direction.
Caught her looking down at me
maybe checking if I had an erection.

As our visual game was nearing an end
words came up that we get to know us better.
That lacivious smile of hers tantelizingly
implied she was loving this spring weather.

Myriad questions poured from her lips
wondering if we might share some lunch.
Finally told me she lived on the next block
had wanted to meet me thru a hunch.

She in taking her morning walks
had seen me working on that house.
From my demeanor and appearance
had thought I might not be a louse.

Whatever attraction we shared
was a powerful shadow hanging.
Raw desire and passions spill
could only lead to serious banging.

With not the least of misunderstanding
we parted with the hope of yet to come.
Like two teens in new found heat
strolled away signalling with raised thumb.

Once inside after startng to work
could visualize her captive stance.
All lovely with passions protruding
began to look forward to our romance.

The day seemed to fade on fast
before long a knock on the door.
She standing there in saucy glory
looking so good from head to floor.

Holding a towel draped basket
offered up chicken and bread.
Didn't know it was lunch time
cause she overwhelmed my head.

Speaking slowly and deliberately
said she'd been alone for years.
Since her husband had died
was finally at the end of her tears.

Her needs were taken care of
accept for the love of a man.
She was chosing me from the crowd
as she gently touched my hand.

Before I realized the movement
we had embraced in a kiss.
Drawing back staring at her face
wondered should I be doing this.

Our next embrace, so passionate
erased doubt which might appear.
Her craving arms around me
screaming I was glad she was near.

Her body told the whole story
her need was really great
and caused me to think forward
to times we would satiate.

Lunch ended with a promise
we'd get together again soon.
Take our time to share our passions
without the limitations of noon.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

Morning Frenzy

Woke up in a frenzy
body all out of whack
Reached over to touch you
you were not in the sack.

Mind riding emotions
must have been a dream.
Cravings overwhelming
busting at the seams.

Don't want to think of it
gets me in a frazzle.
But I gotta tell ya
you always dazzle.

Oh my, just to feel you
as you lean close to me.
Embers ignite like a storm
bringing in the reverie.

My tongue craves you
like a mighty delicious meal.
Even my fiingertips
longing for you still.

Yes dear, awake in a tizzy
lonesomeness creeping its start.
Tho you were not there
you remain deep in my heart.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

What Color the Panties

The thin material of her nurses pants
showed her panties yesterday were pink.
Today was easy to see a lovely blue
am looking forward to red I think.

Yesterday she brought ice and water
caught my eyes on her rear.
Today she lingered for a while
smiling with not a bit of fear.

She peeped back as she walked
making sure I caught it all.
Later our eyes met knowingly
as I watched her walk down the hall.

Her smile, slick and broad
breast bouncing here and there.
She whispered to watch after lunch
maybe there'd be no under wear.

I left but returned in excited appeal
as she lingered to load the oxygen tank.
She brushed me ever so slightly
knowing I'd want to get a yank.

Said I was going to take a break
heard something about the rehab spot.
As I stepped from the elevator
could see the whole silhouetted lot.

I nearly got passed the door
when I was snatched by the collar.
Her hands all over me, feeling
till I could almost holla.

My hand went right in her pants
to feel no panties there at all.
Damn, the thrill of moisture galore
the anticiaption of a ball.

She reached, locked the knob
snatched off her pants in a slick move.
Undoing my belt pants fell in a heap
while saying we got to get in the groove.

Grabbing a handful of my genitals
caused a sudden heaving rise.
Making me grab and pull her
tightly up against my thighs.

With minimal fumbling
I plunged deep in her wet abyss.
Grinding her hips to meet me
we faded into the oblivion of a kiss.

She lifted her bra to expose them
those nipples tight and hot
as my tongue tortured them
while we pounded in that spot.

In a quick powerful heave
she begged me to cum.
Been watching and wanting you 
been needing me some.

The eruption was spontaneous
as we let out a monster sigh.
The warm towel hit my groin
as we stared eye to eye.

She puckered a quick kiss
said we must do this again.
You are what I been needing
thru this lazy day of rain.

Patting her on the ass
as she hurried out the door.
She whispered in a purr
we got to do this some more.

Del Cano 2007 February