On the Way From A Nap

A funny thing happened
on the way back from a nap
A director stepped up waving
saying, "that's not quite a wrap".

You left too much hanging
go back and get a few more winks
you lied in that short sleep
and lying does nothing but stinks.

You know the part you missed
its the one you couldn't let go.
your mind fluttered constantly
the director is in the know.

Go back and call up the scene
the one where the love was fluid
where you pretended not to act
but she was there and really blew it.

You didn't do too bad yourself
while holding firm to her thigh
whose heat transfer was monstrous
and lust had you bout to fry.

How could you deny that scene
it seemed more than just an act
the furiousness of the loving
kept the cameras coming back.

All the sighing and moans
vigorous fingers romancing spots
tongues wagging uncontrollably
you two make love a lots.
 
Why waste such a wonderful take
go on back and finish up the nap
Then and only then should we say
Ok everybody, that's a wrap.

Del Cano 2008 February

 

 

Desire Looms Heavily

Distant desire looms heavily
tho you stay out on my fringe
pictures of ravishing you
swing like a mental hinge.

Flaps of desire blow in the wind
tho never having touched you in real
Memories of desire floods over the dam
imaging us in loving pose even still.

Your acceptance of me dangles
or does it rub against your feelings
whichever reason you use
absence has kept me reeling.

Anna stepped up and posed for me
a scene I have played many times
your distance lingers in sensuousness
while images hold a perfect rhyme.

Let my fingers find every spot
as you rock us on my lap
adrenaline building and seeping
like a tree loaded with sap.

Let me kiss your neck
feel your breath on my face.
While my fingers research you
as my tongue ponders your taste.

Anna created the bouquet
an arrangement of lofty thrills
walked me thru the essence
till it felt like the top of hills.

My needs grow beyond fingers
reaching for your magic spot
tongue dipping from flavors imagined
of everything you've got.

I want you to fuck me
to take hold of my thang
then guide it to your blossom
making every bell go bang.

Sliding my tongue over you
erasing every doubt in miles
ignoring differences of thought
I want your erotic wilds.

Damn the distant steps
what has philosophy got to do.
When desire runs at such heights
just let me make love with you.

Del Cano 2008 March

 

 

 

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