She Knows What She's Doing

She Knows What She's Doing

That woman excites me totally
and she thrills my senses too.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

Now, anybody can touch you
and even share a kiss or two
and may even cook you a meal
trying to raise how you feel.

They may attempt to woo you
do little things to show they care.
A wee bit of teasing or a wink
a little wiggle or flip of the hair.

But to do it like she does
to come close may even take two.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

I declare that woman is so right
matters not whether day or night.
Eyes roll back while I float in a trance
talk about her you speak romance.

Nothing I think may compare
to the way she raises my passion.
She is the only model of my choice
heaps that lovin on me. No ration.

So thrilling to me. Her ways
love it when she says,"this is for you"
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.

Del Cano 2004 November

I Covet

I Covet

I covet thy soul
in the shadows cast
from debris of Lady Moon's
romantic blast.

I covet thy mind
thru night's starry glow
those waves reflecting
like liquid indigo.

I covet thy body
begging for the rites
to covet thy flesh
thru long lonely nights.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Going Mad Needing You

Going Mad Needing You
(A Collab)

I just shudder and shake
from seeing you in mind.
I seem to step outside me
hoping its you I'll find.

What's it like, I wonder,
rolling gently to your side
on the bed of downy softness
where our hopes and dreams reside.

Beyond any norm I know
reaching far out of place.
I melt with the thought of you
or that devilish smile of your face.

Your soothing baritone lowered
to a whisper against my skin,
imagining teeth to lobe
sets my universe aspin.

You have no idea how I strain
even to the point of touching me.
Massaging and stroking
like you do so wonderfully.

My hands too small to mimic
the touch I want from you,
yet in moments of need and want
imagination finally breaks through.

Need to relive those touches
you bestow when you fondle me.
I can massage my balls but
nothing like you do so thrillingly.

In a flash I see you driving,
or as one in a crowd of folks . . .
Oh why can't I bring you to me,
what spell must I invoke?

Oh, mama, send me your fingers
and as well your tongue so great
so when I am dying to love you
I might find a tad bit of satiate.

Mon sweet, through nimble fingers
these words pour from my heart
reaching through time and space
to touch you where you are.

Going mad needing you.

Del Cano/Naia 2005 Nov

Just Lie to Me Tonight

Just lie to me tonight
I don't want to be alone.
Pretend you knew me when.
Sing me any old love song.

Reach and touch me
give my passions vent.
Air out the hidden lust
you got my full consent.

Baby, just tell me a lie
anything I need to hear.
Raise the fervor inside
cause my body to sear.

See the smoldering,
"I am"passion's latent brew.
Need not know your name
I'm right here with you.

Baby, tell me all the lies
you can create right now
Need to be held and cuddled
touched to the point of wow.

Just lie to me tonight
I don't want to be alone.
Treat me like I'm special
sing me any old love song.

Del Cano 2004 November

Flickering Flame

Flickering Flame

The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck
a loving trek
breathe hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic.
Damn, climatic!

Del Cano 2004-June

Don't Count Me Out

Don't count me out just yet
give me some room to wallow.
Let me stretch my mind to touch
thoughts some wish not to swallow.

If I choose, why not go on
take a trip to places dreamed
to add to the fodder of life
to make the pot really steam.

Why shouldn't I grab hold
to that thrilling lady of the night
shake the trees and hope
she presents herself just right.

If I want a wild foray in the dark
whats wrong with walking in the marsh.
Holding on to the cypress trees
easing up late nights which can be harsh.

Whats wrong with a stroll on the path
hearing crickets and frogs belch
sounding like a call to some special place
I could have designed myself.

Could it be I can take a walk
straight on the wild side of thrills.
Admitting all the while its me
drunkened on feverish lustful pills.

I broke loose from those bounds
many wish to use to hold me back.
Dumping many of the the secrets
I used to keep hidden in a sack.

Don't count me out just yet
lots of emotions to spread.
So much joy combined with need
been trapped up here in my head.

I might be that night rider
landing in your private field.
Bringing alive the ghost
of your secret lustful will.

Oh, you may not even know
you had that sensual thought.
My appearance should assure you
none of them were for naught.

Oh, to wallow along that trail
in the shadows of our mind.
Expend those many frills
exhale then feel oh, so fine.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

No Artificial Flavors

No Artificial Flavors

Like a porter house steak
juicey and so tasty too
what I find twix them thighs
firey hot thru and thru.

Willing lips, puckered yes,
both high and low
satisfaction guaranteed
which ever way I go.

Tremblings of my body
anticipation galore.
Nothing to compare
at the grocery store.

See, she can tell
when that appetite is near.
Touches me in a way
I feel the heated sear.

Table set to a tee
spread wide, naturally.
Serving proportions
presented gracefully.

No artificial flavors
all natural to the taste
and when the juices flow
not a single drop to waste.

She loves having me eat
till my senses are gorged.
She's truly an original
nothing bout her is forged.

Meal times, always sensuous
spiced heartedly, no wavers.
Not one bit of cholesterol
and no "Artificial Flavors".

Del Cano 2004 October

The Fire Of You

I reach and touch a flame
your skin is but heated embers
as your silver lined tongue
tingles beyond any I remember

My body knows no compare
as it shudders and quakes
the startling ecstatic fury
brings on furious shakes

Anticipation blows a circuit
explodes within knowledge of you
longing for your touches
sweat pouring like morning dew

Can hardly contain myself
in thoughts of all the desire
touching you, loving you
is nothing less than fire.

Del Cano 2005

Sensual And Erotic Poetic Tarts

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Spencer