She doesn't want me to see her
let my imagination stay in frame
how ever I have her pictured
just let it remain the same.
we did an erotic dance
made love to unite on the verge
brewed powerful images
to sate that sexual urge.
I called her to talk
was wrought with that desire
we got around to fondling
till we set anew the fire.
Wonder if she is hiding
not wanting me to see her face
or see her puffy knees
she may just think a disgrace.
My image sees ample thighs
a booty well worth the touch
legs I can outline easily
when I get them in my clutch.
Our images might be different
from reality to what's in mind
but I have told her often
we've brewed what I had to find.
Wonder if she feels it
when my tongue starts to play
and slurps her cunt vigorously
as I pass on through the day.
I find myself a chuckling
in knowing not how she looks
but easily can picture her reading
her big pile of author's books.
I've even imagined myself
hiding beneath her desk
and swiping a slurp or two
as if it were burlesque.
I imagine her with glasses
concentrating on her reads
as I interrupt the job she does
starting from a flirting seed.
Now we both know the purpose
we need each other's share
keeping the yearn at the ready
fulfilling our sensual fair.
Del Cano 2008 July
