Like the sweetness
of a honey dew or
juice of a ripe peach
your taste is by far
the flavor to reach
I crave the touch
the decadent thrill
the silky like flow
the marvelous skill
I've gotten to know
the torrid caresses
pulsing my skin
flutters like feathers
softly brewing within
like strips of leathers
moist open mouth
inviting honey drips
tongue clamoring
quivering my lips
body hammering
wanton feelings
senses in a storm
volcanic flesh
processing reform
from your caress
No less a craving
call you my addiction
you, strumming the strings
my lovely affliction
always, know my heart sings
Del Cano 2005 July
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