Precious Moments

Our minds play tricks on us
in some of the images we see
I so often think salacious thoughts
about us, yes, you and me.

We have our own lives to live
with our own others in it
but I can't possibly deny
we got our "own" private minutes.

Sometimes theres a need to rush
maybe a direction not planned.
Whatever the situation, I get
nice erections you've fanned.

Even those quick moments
we get to share a word or two
I wear a special chain of sorts
whose keyes are held by you.

I peep at your image
smile and sigh a sweet thought
and wallow in the pleasantries
you've forever brought.

Oh, but for moments treasured
I always wish for your view
relish those precious moments
I get to spend with you.

Del Cano 2005 Dec

Auriferiously Fed

O, I be thee submerged
in thy honeycomb's taste
vigorously chasing the urge
to gobble it all, my grace.
Ravish? Is there a better word
in gorging on thy fruit
shifting from first to third
I know ev'ry bit the route.

Thy golden chalice held
in a most tenderly fashion
but the slurping does meld
our bursting out the passion.
And as the rising juices flow
from places deep inside
thy soul flames and shall go
on a mighty sensuous ride.
Multi-colored beams ignite
orgasm blows feet to head;
entwined provocative sight
helplessly falling... well fed.

DelCano 2004

Imagined

(Graphic)

Not a long jump
from where I've been
thru star lit nights
with air quite thin

Imagined you on me
like white on rice
thrilling my facinations
far beyond just nice.

My hands finding heaven
tongue dipping in your honey
no where but your curves
treasure worth more than money.

Every fiber of me presses
to feel the magic you are
as you launch me, a blast
to the farthest reaching star.

Imagine? Nothing else.
Suppose it were real.
Mind boggling evidence
make the sun sit still.

Your round tight ass
reflects light on me
as I explore more of it
adds more lusty candy.

Reality sees the craze felt
need to be acrobatic to fit.
Finger up your ass
tongue fingering your clit.

Somehow penis makes it too
stroking and flailing the prize
Your hair, like little fingers,
massage and anesthesize.

All night long in a vault
sultry, lucious sights alone.
Wishing against all odds
you could be my own.

Del Cano 2005 Dec

She Said, Yes

In no uncertain terms
she said the answer is yes
my knees went weak
in knowing I'm blessed

Grabbed a candle
bottle of brandy in one hand
long stem rose held by teeth
with charged anticipation..ran

Ah, that sultry dress
instant sensual rise
multi-fingertips caressing
from star rays in your eyes

Feasting on her sultry treats
seductive beyond a dream
that first embrace, a holy touch
nothing less than extreme

Stretching sensory receptors
nothing left to a guess
My body, drunk and stoned
all 'cause she said, "YES".

Del Cano 2005 Dec
Response to "Yes" by Miss Lane

Easy To Beg

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

All that you ever were
all that you are now
and that ever will be
has since day one
enchanted me.

Every syllable
as it drips from
your mouth is liken to
a silk scarf
you are using
to massage me.

Your breath,
that warm
salacious feather
slowly ignites me
to a raging fire.

Every movement
you paint
is a calling,
a calling to my fingertips
to caress and explore.

By the time
I have completed
reading you
I am spent,
worn from the
absolute rush
of unsatiated
lust.

My tongue has
slurped, licked, sucked
and devoured
your womanhood
to the point I am spent
in passion's delight.

Your words ... fingers
caressing me
to a feverish rise
which only
draws me nearer.

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

As I read you
my tongue has
convulsive reactions
to taste you,
craving to slather you
to explore every fold.

My body yells
to the percussive
pounding you render
with your presence.

And it is easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

Del Cano 2005 Dec

Sing, Sing, Sing

You only think you are alone.
And refuse to feel me there
in your shadow's quake.

My mermaid, you swim
thru the ocean and seas
of dreams come true.

What travels between
your legs forces a crash
as you refuse to respond
to the maddening thrash

love can't be lost
if it has been tossed
before it is built
cause you had it kilt

Beast? Perhaps,
you bring it out
as you flit about
in your time lapse.

The swollen muscle
steers your way
hard from thoughts
of our coming day

yet the moon you, the moon,
not as helpless as you think
shadows the need
quick as a wink.

Just as the sun, you,
beam mighty heat
rays directly on me...
head to my feet

and as I rise as
I am known to do
the passions burn
from warmth of you.

Mermaid or woman
of the stoked fire.
Fingers, tongue or....
can raise your desire

as we sail the waves
desiring every bell to ring.
Your flesh cannot be mute
making all the heavens
to sing.....

and sing and sing.

Del Cano 2005