What Color the Panties

The thin material of her nurses pants
showed her panties yesterday were pink.
Today was easy to see a lovely blue
am looking forward to red I think.

Yesterday she brought ice and water
caught my eyes on her rear.
Today she lingered for a while
smiling with not a bit of fear.

She peeped back as she walked
making sure I caught it all.
Later our eyes met knowingly
as I watched her walk down the hall.

Her smile, slick and broad
breast bouncing here and there.
She whispered to watch after lunch
maybe there'd be no under wear.

I left but returned in excited appeal
as she lingered to load the oxygen tank.
She brushed me ever so slightly
knowing I'd want to get a yank.

Said I was going to take a break
heard something about the rehab spot.
As I stepped from the elevator
could see the whole silhouetted lot.

I nearly got passed the door
when I was snatched by the collar.
Her hands all over me, feeling
till I could almost holla.

My hand went right in her pants
to feel no panties there at all.
Damn, the thrill of moisture galore
the anticiaption of a ball.

She reached, locked the knob
snatched off her pants in a slick move.
Undoing my belt pants fell in a heap
while saying we got to get in the groove.

Grabbing a handful of my genitals
caused a sudden heaving rise.
Making me grab and pull her
tightly up against my thighs.

With minimal fumbling
I plunged deep in her wet abyss.
Grinding her hips to meet me
we faded into the oblivion of a kiss.

She lifted her bra to expose them
those nipples tight and hot
as my tongue tortured them
while we pounded in that spot.

In a quick powerful heave
she begged me to cum.
Been watching and wanting you 
been needing me some.

The eruption was spontaneous
as we let out a monster sigh.
The warm towel hit my groin
as we stared eye to eye.

She puckered a quick kiss
said we must do this again.
You are what I been needing
thru this lazy day of rain.

Patting her on the ass
as she hurried out the door.
She whispered in a purr
we got to do this some more.

Del Cano 2007 February

 

Naughty Holiday Bells

you speak of holidays
how your senses tingle
no exception to the rules
make my bells go jingle

delightful to the hilt
sweet glazing on the top
furociously salivating
lustful yearns won't stop

as these days go by
a thought so grand
stays within recall
your loving hands

pass the egg nog
chocolate covered candy
gifts unwrapped and bared
feasting, oh, but dandy

ding dong... entry made
deep within the tingle
vibrations thrilling
making my bells go jingle.

Del Cano

 

 

 

 

 

Over Dosing On You

Ooops! Gotta stop this overdose

again woke up totally wiped out.

Up out of the bed staggering

listing and stumbling about.

 

Too much of a good thing

just shoots thru the mind

Waggling round in a stupor

of the almost drunkard kind.

 

I think the visions I had

when I fell asleep last night

Kept me in a listless way

till dawn brought its light.

 

Let me be as frank as I can

I made love to you real good

while you responded to me

like my dream knew you would.

 

We went thru the paces

touching and exploring

all the new feelings

raved with none boring.

 

Do you know I bit your ear

a whisper went too far

then there's that hickey

a sensual loving scar.

 

My tongue found nipples

hard and quite erect

sucking and licking

as good as I could expect.

 

Words hidden till then

dripped all over the place

looked into your eyes

to see your startled face.

 

Nothing negative came

you held me as I touched

explored the visions

I longed for so much.

 

An overdose baby

totally drunk from you

passions wore all night

in things you did do.

 

Body quivered in response

shook in anticipations stance

I floated easily in a loving cloud

we shared late night romance.

 

Woke up this morning

still staggering from it all

Drunk from your presence

tho I had a natural ball.

 

Del Cano 2006 October

Inspiration Is A Gift

I want you to get your rest

so you can handle your day

come to me in a pouting lure

cause I yearn for you that way.

 

My fingers have caressed you

my hands traced your frame

my tongue sampled you

mouth whispered your name

 

Inspiration is a gift of sort

a response when need dictates

pushing one's desire to the hilt

till it overwhelms and frustrates.

 

Inspire,my dear lady, you do

you make my body yearn

hidden passion wants you so

as the fire continues its burn.

 

See if you can envision this

my mouth slurping your stuff

making your body wild and free

craving to get enough.

 

See, if thru poetry's eyes

we made love passionately

let our needs fully be exposed

in a tradition unfashionably.

 

Let the carnal needs to grip

mouth, hands, fingers, lips

aghast in all there wants

bites, slurps and sips.

 

Let the body sail the skies

of lover's wanton fray

Fulfill the passion brewing

all the way up to today.

 

All nerve endings are raw

each contact a real blast

embers light up to flame

making the fire to last.

 

Don't you dare make yourself

less than who you really are

Accept the fact you slay me

much more than others, by far.  

 

Del Cano 2006 October

 

Bet You Wonder What's Up

Bet you wonder what's up
could your mind allow its me
Smitten by thoughts afloat
of wondrous ecstasy.
 
Wrote a series of writes
directed at your mind
in hopes to get you drenched
in words of the loving kind.
 
Each phrase has a goal
to wash you in its touch
and meander all over till you
shudder in its clutch.
 
Certain words are to feel
and send me back notes
letting me know the degree
words get heated that I wrote.
 
Then we all work together
to bring you to the point
of loosening your resolve
and every single joint.
 
When you are ready
tongue goes out to explore
flicking sensual messages
to every crevice in store.
 
What follows is but a treat
sure to stir and whip the cream
driving you to ecstasy's door
if not, at least to a dream.
 
Nothing less than a calculated
effort to make you shout
Thrills to totally engulf you
while our lust dances about.
 
Del Cano 2006 October

Seductive Smile

That sorta smile is seduction

your tongue telling me to come

inviting me to pleasures unending

knowing where we come from.

 

Your eyes slanting to a squint

nothing but a beckon to your side.

An invitation to the stable door

time for us to take a ride.

 

Saddle oiled and ready

as I mount with special care.

Sliding slowly in the seat

no less an esthetic flare.

 

Your eyes drift to parts unknown

as I become your vigorous steed

Both blind to the world at hand

addressing our carnal need.

 

Ahhh, that smile is seduction

satisfaction spreading desire

Riding to the edge of passion

saddle erupts to flaming fire.  

 

Reins loose and wild

bucking in the steaming heat.

Sweat pouring in cascades

from our heads to our feet.

 

Slick... moist and hot

the saddle seems to tighten.

Volcanic explosions

rendering minds adrift ...lightened.

 

As the skies of our minds pass

racing by like fast forwarded scrips

the ride slows to a restful crawl

with smiles stretching out lips.

 

That sorta smile is pure

purely seduction to my soul.

Telling me the jewels are there

nothing but the best mined gold.

 

Del Cano 2006 October

 

 

 

You Water the Seed

Anticipation wears like a cloud
waiting to see you, a breathless thrill
My whole body sweats in your view
as my heart races in a swill.

Upon meeting nothing need be said
our eyes tell the story of need.
A quick kiss which means hello
simply spreads water on the seed.

Your hands are as sweaty as mine
the lust appears to be in a heave.
Secretly we both want to love
sometime before we must leave.

Anticipation is but a storm
even but for a moment stole.
Those glances we know so well
eggs us on to be more bold.

Remembering that first time
like wild horses on the range.
Racing cross the meadows
hoping nothing has changed.

Oh, to wallow in your arms
inhaling your lustful scent.
Tasting the magic which is you
till both our bodies are spent.

Loving not only for sheer joy
but knowing we work well as a team.
Touching, kissing, fill the craves
sweating like on highway beams.

Love to see that wanton look
when your passion reaches that point.
And you knowing in confidence
you are the lover I need and want.

Juices flowing like a stream
catering to the lustful desire.
Mouth and tongues searching
seeking scorches from the fire.

That slow embedded heat
burst to a raging flame
Each time you chance to whisper
I need you and call out my name.

Like two animals in heat
ignoring the rest of the world.
Mind body and soul
immersed in a passionate twirl.

Kiss me, tongue me
lap me up all you can.
While my face is buried down south
showing I am your loving man.

Can't get enough of you
the more I do the more I want.
Nothing but the slightest touch
makes me stand and point.

Love me woman, love me good
make me sail like a ship in space.
Read the satisfaction that you give
its spelt all over my face.

Can't you tell by how my hands
take pride in outling you
Drawing your silhouette
giving me the joy of you.

Anticipation is a bitch
a quivering nervous need.
Your sweet kiss hello
is but water on the seed.

Del Cano 2006 August