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
