Relieving the Swell

What's up with you
always needing a fix
Are you addicted to it
you just craving my dick.

I got a confession to make
I am in a similar boat
needing to wallow with you
like all the stuff I wrote.

We both need a sort of fix
to stave off these sexual blues
My tongue craves to outline you
with the technique I use.

I might as well admit
got this awful heavy yearn
All those salacious thoughts
keep me at the point of burn.

My crouch is raving in lust
so easy to get it fully stirred
Visions of making love with you
so clear nothing has been blurred.

My fingers have this ache
they need to explore your frame
touch every fold and spot
as my mind calls out your name.

Let my fingers take a walk on you
up and down the valleys and hills
touching every crevice to the fullest
till I shake from pleasured thrills.

I'm allowing my mind a break
from the torture of the scene
by acting as if you were here
loving you to every extreme.

I need you to help me out
the way you crave me as well
so we can find a level of normalcy
relieving this powerful swell.

Del Cano November 2008

Missing the Taste of You

You know how I love food
especially such we call soul
baby I have not had an appetite
everything here seems old.

When have I not wanted greens
or chittlins boiling in the pot
I guess its just my misery
from missing you a lot.

Days run together like gravy
flooding my soul to a drench
things seem so tight and twisted
as if my life is in a wrench.

I miss you, more than I could think
had no idea this cloud would burst
drive me to the edge of sanity
making this time the very worst.

I won't complain or ask why
no answer is going to make it better
I just know for what's left of me
I need you round me like a sweater.

Don't dare say you can't make it
it will make the time we had a lie.
Meaning your leaving is not, so long
but in reality it could be good bye.

Your presence made me feel good
even through the crap you brought
but as time marched on in unison
I loved you with every thought.

As I spend my days missing us
my appetite knows not what to do
my soul tells me the real truth
I'm missing the taste of you.

Del Cano 2008 December

A Sudden View

I be working or often writing
when a sudden thought is viewed
it is the picture of lust and need
appearing as if it had been cued.

Like a quick wave arising
from a far away blowing storm
that craving for surfaces
and I want you in my arms.

Nothing too innocent
being straight to the point
Woman I want to fondle you
and exercise my ailing joint.

With an image of you bathing
preparing to get back to work
I can see the rising desire
knowing it will lead to a squirt.

Ok, I know this may be crude
but why hold back at this time
we both know the reasons
and crossed over that line.

Not quite alone right now
but needed you to be aware
I would love to feel you close
and be fondling by your hair.

Had a fleeting thought
how robust are your thighs
not a problem I can tell
satisfaction will surely rise.

Didn't want a misunderstanding
cause I gotta yearn for you
just reliving that time at first
and the things you do.

I've been accused often
being always busy in multi tasks
Its for real this time while kissing
I'm also massaging your ass.

Speaking on the phone, a gift
like imbibing to much to drink
a full scale fumbling to reach it
and it came quick as a wink.

I'll be working or just sitting
when suddenly you come in view
bringing with you scenes
of so much I want to do.

Del Cano 2008 March

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