A Private Focus

The hum of the bus churning
as I sat over its wheel
allowing me full view
of her presentation's thrill.

Lovely as one might see
short jeans and full top
a beautifully done head
with braids to not stop.

Smile, candy cane red
lit up that side of the bus
focused constantly on me
a private view for us.

Crossing her legs deliberately
brought on a mild jabbing spur
as we both stared through embers
I could feel the crackling stir.

Embarrassment covered my face
in how I had fully stared
but she sent relief aplenty
turned a hip sensually bared.

Rang the bell to alert my stop
a final long view with nothing to miss.
Her smile broadened even more
we winked goodbye thru a blown kiss.

Del Cano 2008 August

Dessert

You laughed when I said
at times I think of you as a tart.
Something sweet like apple pie
or peach cobbler from the heart.

Light crust, sugery sweet
lending itself to more of a treat.
Slurping, sucking, sloppy
just so very good to eat.

Ain't no reason to wonder
trying to dispell any doubt.
Knowing my tongue wants in
and never find its way out.

Smiling from ear to ear
your thighs propped up high.
Like wings spread wide open
inviting me to sail the sky.

Whose laughing this time
as dessert is served.
Hands wandering, touching
each and every curve.

Tracing lines and shadows
tongue darting in and out
busy right now, Sweetness
but I do feel like a shout.

Aint nothing better than
dessert served to taste.
Fine stock of fruited juice
not a drop to go to waste.

Del Cano 2005 July

To Sate That Sexual Urge

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

Booty Call

Got a real drive in me
go find that lady from the club.
She felt so damn good that night
need me another spicy rub.

She was good all over
sweet as sugar even in a sprawl.
Better give her a holla right now
could use another a booty call.

She told me not to worry
she'd come running with a nod.
No talking about personal stuff
just wanted to ride my rod.

She painted me with kisses
slurped me from head to toe.
Had me wishing she'd stay
and never need to go.

Thought it was a one nighter
never again to see her face.
Begged me to let her come back
to spend more time at my place.

Felt she was hiding something
when she refused to open up
but dove right on in the loving
bra baring at least a D cup.

She pounced on me with vigor
like a tiger who was hemmed in
saying she'd needed some loving
been so long it felt like a sin.

She wore me out in good time
held on as if to prevent my escape.
Had hair standing up on my body
chills fluttering all over my nape.

The woman was ready and able
burst through the blues so fast.
Had me fondling her like an artist
trying to make every stroke to last.

When she suddenly arose
said she had to make her run
but wanted us to pick back up
where this one night had begun.

All I knew was one name
but felt the bells when they rang.
I'll be satisfied with what she said
but I'll call her my Sweet Thang.

From rhythm n blues at the club
we had a night to keep in mind
and every time I think of her
I hear little bells start to chime.

Her scent still lingers
found an earring on the floor.
Goodness what a pleasure
she's got me craving for more.

Guess yawl know I'll do it again
looking forward to another ball.
Mercy mercy, give me that phone
time for another booty call.

Del Cano 2008 July
 

 

Start To Cum

As if it were some stiff drinks
lets say lots of coke and rum
when writing with you in mind
I so easily start to cum.

As if you had touched me
in a provocative sort of way.
My emotions took on a fix
when I began writing today.

I saw you with that dress
both covering and on the floor.
I could feel the urge to partake
then desire wanted more.

Wanted to massage
those more than ample thighs
as I inhaled and breathed
all was a thrill to my eyes.

Just like some powerful drink
just got to have me some
which then stirs me greatly
till I surely start to cum.

Del Cano 2008 June

Was It Real

Is it real or just a fading thought? I always thought an idea in mind was real for I could not conceptualize an unreality or at least if I create it in mind it does exist.
 
After reviewing some comments about my poem I Saw A Sundress This Morn I allowed my mind to wander to you. You were standing near a potted plant by a window with your back to me wearing a bright colored sun dress which, though had fairly wide shoulder straps, still exposed saucy skin to my eyes. It was only a short trip from the initial view to a more torridly inviting situation.

Before I knew it I had approached you having my hands touching not only your back but fondling your breast as well. You seemed not willing to turn around which allowed me to continue fondling but found my hands cupping your rear end and groaning in a low tone in response to the feelings growing at a face pace.
 
It wasn't long before you had turned around and facing me took a firm hold of my now bulging penis and kissed me on the neck. Your other hand wandered over my body and your hips seem to began to slowly gyrate. Your response lead me to feel the answer was yes, you may proceed and I did. I reached under that dress to discover you had no panties on and found a moist pulsating bloom anxiously waiting to be probed.
 
I began fingering that lovely spot to our now unified rhythm of gyrations and became even more  bold in my desires. Raising that dress above your hips and leading you to the wall where I could press against you harder after a torrid bit of rearranging our positions my penis found its way inside of you and as I held firmly to your hips pounded relentlessly as if I had been craving you all my life. You did a marvelous job of squeezing me with your muscles and I could soon feel myself about to slip away to never never land emotionally. Somehow having one thigh raised and the other planted on the floor we fucked against that wall till both allowed a whimper of pleasure to escape our mouths in a marvelous release of pleasure. We slid together in a heap on the floor and just breathed hard from the sudden burst of panting and exercise.
 
Was it real or just some open imagination? If not why is it I can feel my hands on your ass and thighs and recall it as if it were on a tape? Such a marvelous and  erotic thought.

On the Way From A Nap

A funny thing happened
on the way back from a nap
A director stepped up waving
saying, "that's not quite a wrap".

You left too much hanging
go back and get a few more winks
you lied in that short sleep
and lying does nothing but stinks.

You know the part you missed
its the one you couldn't let go.
your mind fluttered constantly
the director is in the know.

Go back and call up the scene
the one where the love was fluid
where you pretended not to act
but she was there and really blew it.

You didn't do too bad yourself
while holding firm to her thigh
whose heat transfer was monstrous
and lust had you bout to fry.

How could you deny that scene
it seemed more than just an act
the furiousness of the loving
kept the cameras coming back.

All the sighing and moans
vigorous fingers romancing spots
tongues wagging uncontrollably
you two make love a lots.
 
Why waste such a wonderful take
go on back and finish up the nap
Then and only then should we say
Ok everybody, that's a wrap.

Del Cano 2008 February