Need To Experience the Feel

Let my stumbling's come
allow me the privilege to trip
I don't care what they think
let me learn when I trip.

No, no, don't stop me
I need to experience the feel
when one has lost touch
then fades away for real.

She awakened a nerve
probed my inner soul
before I knew what happened
sharing grew quite bold.

I had to yearn again
to open up that keg
reach to touch all of her
from head down each leg.

I had to feel her breath
whispering on my face
and the dance I make
when finally got my taste.

No, don't you dare stop me
got to wallow as much as I wish
She peeled back the scabs
and became my favorite dish.

The slurping only confirmed
some of the needs I had hid.
When she kisses me I change
to an inexperienced kid.

I submit gladly to her
falling right down on my knees
Knowing with not any doubt
I count on her to please.

Del Cano 2008 February

 

 

No One Else Came

How sad no one came to share
let your words linger and just hang.
I kept an eye on them all night
in my dreams there was a bang.

My mind was in a confused state
wishing more would read what you wrote
but my selfishness kicked in greatly
as if to surround you like a moat.

You see, every sensual emotion
was awakened from its heavy sleep
while sharing with you erotic plays
with our poundings so very deep.

Is it wrong to share a mystery
where one's sensuality spreads
letting the built up steam drive us
till we both are spinning in our heads?

Is it wrong to see a sharing
within the corridors of our minds
and write about the dream escapes
making love and bump and grinds.

Have I gone too far when I can see
my tongue tasting your passion's flavor
and I register each precious touch
till even pimples become my neighbor.

Tis sad no one else came to see
what has become as a picture show 
when nights become lonely and sad
and erotic senses need a place to go.

Knowing the power you have within
greases the vividness I so easily see
and drives my wants like a refrain
of a song filled with erotic memory.

I can stand up on a mountain side
naked to the whole world of sin
yet when I feel your passion's fever
its power erupts as if there is no end.

I can smell the aroma we make
it stirs senses like a giant spoon
and as you speak of dreams of love
mind begs that nightfall comes soon.

Every fiber of my body gets ready
my mind slips off into passion's abyss
All of me seems to get kind of stiff
and my tongue awaits each first kiss.

Let me say I wish more had read
but my selfishness, like a ripen plum
allows me to get over wrought with you
and before I know it I have already cum.

Del Cano 2008 January

Such a Treat

She is far more than a succulent treat
chocolaty morsel to melt in your mouth
each tasty lick a luscious endeavor
so easily keeping me down south.

Much more than just really nice
a breathtaking visual burst
and with every sensual move
count on it to bring on my thirst.

OK, lady, that part of you is right
I can mention the power in your head
the way you can keep my attention
with just about anything you said.

That, to me, makes it all better
a package I can say is complete
One part to soothe my mind
the rest, a damn good tasty treat.

Del Cano 2008 January

 

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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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