From: yeolecontractor@aol.com
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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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Love What WE Do

a collab

 

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