I Cried A Tear With Pleasure

I cried a tear with pleasure
it dropped down my cheek
trickled to the corner of my lip
just for a moment I was bleak.

When the second one fell
felt it slide on down my face
an enlightened joy appeared
your heart has a parking space.

Then they poured down
a storm of wind blown rain
cause we'll never get to meet
at our playground again.

Happy, elated, joy, smiles
sad, frowns, muted cries
no doubt I'll miss you
just big blessed sighs.

We shared each other
and rallied to the end
both knowing, no way
yet learned to pretend.

Now your heart has found
a real spot to hang on to
a place to park its needs
so special a place for you.

I cried a tear with pleasure
I'm happy for you my dear
just sharing this, your bliss
is worth every joyful tear.

Del Cano 2004 December

Dedicated to a very special lady whose heart has found its place.

Together In My Dreams

I stumbled on you then
light years ago it seems
with every horizon I pretend
we're together in my dreams.

Days collect like dust
till I close my eyes to see
those times that we were us
at the verge of eternity.

Weeks fade out of view
time simply lost its appeal
even yesterday has no clue
dreams are my only for real.

When I go to sleep I try
to recover what used to be
remaining a twinkle in my eye
I crave you desperately.

All my attempts have failed
to put you in memory's bin
yet you remain and prevail
like a blessed haunting sin.

Never had such lustful needs
feelings bursting out loud
you planted rows of seeds
now seems to reach a cloud

I exist thru days of longing
every night my body screams
begging to still be belonging
but I'll see you in my dreams.

Del Cano 2004 December
 

 

 

 

 

 

The Apron(Adult Topic)

[Adult Imagery]

The kitchen can be so much fun
cooking, baking goodies galore
but I found another dimension
a treasure in the kitchen's store

so delightful and wonderous
a joyful and tantelizing thought
being in the kitchen with you
tasty satisfactons I've sought

When you put on that apron
the one designed just for you
the kitchen becomes different
takes on a whole nother hue

The apron will not go on
over anything but bare skin
allows favored parts to show
mental trip thru pleasured sin

The strap over the head is thin
and the cloth in front does start
where cleavage blares a glow
and thighs are about to part

It does drape at the sides
dangling from hip's edge
a wide tie strap slopping
just at the curve's ledge

Tho I love the entire scene
one part never seems to pass
dangling straps barely cover
the ampleness of your ass
 
Each movement produces joy
spiritually touching sensual hay
raising my oven's temperature
in a most striking loving way

No way for me to just sit
while the apron is so alive
above your flaring fruits
lustful thoughts contrived

We stir and mix so much
lust and passion in the pan
and every movement taken
draws a touch from my hand

You favor me with thrills
dumb to the world and deaf
the apron's aura works magic
love it when you call me chef

Warmth hangs and massages
adds to the kitchen's mystic
when you put on the apron
cooking is always complete.

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

 

Getting Stuck [Mature Topic]

Wouldn't believe it if you saw it
she had been trying to get me to stay
had told me she had a method
to keep me near by her. A special way.

Always when time to go
she ranted and razed a bit of a fuss
knowing full well I needed to leave
there could be no permenant us.

Tho she reminded me of her secret
I never gave it another thought
just focused on her loving and lust
and all the tenderness it brought

But one day she was ready
had a plan for our visit to last
she based her plan on knowing
I love a quick pat on her ass.

I had no idea what she planned
I'll just say it will really blast you
the woman had planned a trick
on her ass spread a tube of crazy glue.

Initially it was the normal thrill
when my hand would not retract
I had no idea about the problem
till I just couldn't get my hand back

She didn't help the situation at all
laughing, saying how good it felt
kept on rubbing against my hand 
grinning at the blow she'd dealt.

We laughed and grinned for a while
but then stopped with a sudden stare
she had planned to bring the solvant
but realized she had left it there.
 
Tho laughing at the predicament
walking in tandum did get old
nothing we did helped the order
we struggled yet both being bold

Together we figured out
we needed to get some help
the thought of the situation
a tale which produced a yelp

Emergency room here we come
how do I drive with my left hand
glued firmly to her rear end when
she and a four speed, not in the plan.

Tho bucking and stopping, made it
to a large crowd of laughing clowns
doc had a difficult time but freed us
so we slipped out with hidden frowns.

I'll be really honest with you
learned a lesson 'bout being stuck
from now on I will always remember
to keep crazy glue solvant in the truck.

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

 

 

 

For Real

She asked if it was real
sights and feelings she has
pretending to be there
no less a feeling to last

see, I think I know of what
she speaks bout what is real
a simple thought touches deeply
stirring to levels of high appeal

can you say no to a thought
once it has already arrived
and raised its head to daylight
no less a feeling contrived

a wrestle between the spirit
and the body's need to be
satiated to full completion
is no more than normalcy

yet, we seem often stuck
within a lasting battle front
determining where we are
within life's reality hunt

of the ways we flutter
betwix what is and is not
the dangling ungodly question
remains for feelings we've got

denying the reality of touch
is no less a traumatic deal
as if your physical being
existed yet not being for real

too many limitations
hem us behind a fence
stark realities stab at us
with not much of a defense

as we quibble with society's
glaring tales of standard lies
continous struggles with reality
grows daily before our eyes

I decided to break the shackles
the world puts on my heart
and know the "Reality" my soul
has known from the very start

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

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

 

 

 

Love Yourself More Each Day

Though I have been there
depressed and so down
learned to make it all go
now beam the sun around

See, I finally learned
I must depend on me
never lean on the world
to make you happy.

I looked deep within
no matter the piles of it
tell that imposture, satan
he has no dominion, so skit

Do not allow the world
to beat you to a pulp
drink from the fountain of love
yes, take big sips, gulp.

Make your own paths
don't be lead off astray
and grab hold tightly
love your self more each day.
 

Del Cano 2004

Damn I'm Horny For You

Damn these instincts I used to trust
curse this solitude and sexual rust
thank this turgor or the seams I bust
fool myself-its not a must
then I see you, my feelings thus
overcome by wonderous lust
you may have sussed
this libido crush
this instinctive cusp
this engaging rush
this wonderous lust
damn...I'm so horny for you.

Kitty Litter

Conversation On A Diet

At times she seems to drift
steps out from us and into quite
she seems distant and aloof
like conversations on a diet.

No warning. No argument
just wandered away from me
Yet I hang on to the desires
and to her presence faithfully.

At first I wanted to rant
but decided I'd just wait
to see if she wanders back
on some nearby date.

Knowing troubles she faces
the coming changes in her life
though I do still crave her
don't want to add to her strife.

But I am beginning to wonder
she's keeping me out of her web
just dangling on the exterior
as her emotions rise and ebb

Is this a way to push me out
with not even a mild rift
wandering off away from me
hoping my heart will drift.

I don't hear from her much
when I do its different now
being included in her forwarded jokes
I have joined the ranks of her crowd.

Oh, well. Spose I shan't complain
slither away with not even a riot
but it does hurt to be so edged out
and for conversation to be on a diet.

Del Cano 2004 November

Christmas Memories

I see hard striped candy in the bowl
The one grandma gave to us
So many aromas to inhale
Turkey, ham, duck, greens, yams, kale
Even a hog head we might behold.

Awesome were the visual delights
Sweet potato pies, chocolate cake
Cookies, rising buns, candy galore
 Leaving barely room for any more
And constant Christmas blinking lights.

Each morsel, every tidbit of taste
Solidified in my memory bank.
Brazil nuts, walnuts, pecans, other nuts
Never let my taste buds fall in ruts
Every bite found its permanent space.

Today, after all these many years
Those holiday memories are locked tight
In my  pallet’s view and my heart’s mind
Pine cones and needles, yew, scotch pine
Always evoke  happy holiday tears.

With the holidays so close and such
Let’s see spicy turkey, ham, deer, mutton--
Just mulling over what I might prepare
Maybe gumbo, with a New Orleans flair
What ever, should not make too much.

No family, no matter how large they be,
Can consume all the morsels of the holidays
All those taste and visual pleasantries
And, oh, so many  holiday melodies 
Produced from one’s Christmas memories.

Del Cano 2002

 

Which Is Madness Anyway

But, did you not see

the shadow at your shoulder?

Have you no recall

of my promise to be there,

to assist you in times of trouble?

Has thou heart been so heavy

you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again

and breathe the scents of the heavens

whilst a whisper of the breeze

featherly, and caress they breast.

As the the blossoms of Spring

burst its' marvelous array

to soothe thy soul.

Like the forsythia, painting

its annual yellow cloud burst;

Speaking only a language of comfort.

Have thou wings forgotten

how to lift thee back into

the "canopy of the evening"?

O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed

to the travesty, in a world

seeming crazy by repetition

Which is madness anyway!

 

Del Cano 2004

You Are My Reason to Smile

You are many reasons to me
you are the reason I smile
you are the reason I am
you are my living in style.

you are the reason I do
and who I am right now
you, you my dear, love me
and keep joy on my brow.

Thru all the years then
and even after a while
you are my happiness
you are my reason to smile.

Del Cano 2004 December

Modern Day Blues

Seems more like
modern day blues
so many unhappy
so much to lose.

Too many looking for
love in the wrong place
thats why so many
wear that long face.

Got nothing on deposit
can't expect a return
nothing for the future
a hard lesson to learn.

Wearing fake smiles
oughta really be crying
hearts dragging so low
feel like dying.

Seems more like
modern day blues
so many unhappy
so much to lose.
 
Del Cano 2004 December

Forever Is Getting Shorter

Been wondering bout forever

each time she said it was so

got so used to her prescence

thought she would never go.

 

forever, been smitten

with the budgetary axe

no more long range stuff

that's the modern day fact.

 

forever is shorter now

than it ever used to be

and the way it looks

disappearing to me.

 

Maybe forever will stay

if we'd better our love's barter

hang around a little longer

forever keeps getting shorter.

 

Del Cano 2004 October

Baying At The Moon

Of course I could bay at the moon
perhaps stroll the paths of tomorrow
yesterday tell you all of the facts
from time yet to come with sorrow

Knowing each bit of eternity's way
data I found whilst visiting a future noon
no happenstance the trails I walked
I found myself baying at the moon

A fishing expedition lead me there
Canadian geese accompanied me
with rod and reel in hand, bait in tow
tipped the wooded path comfortably

could hear the river's flow whispering,
"come, bring thy sorrow and rinse it
fully cleanse to the marrow of the bone
go forth to tell the tale." I sensed it.

I saw tomorrow on yesterday's view
today never appeared to my senses
not once was I exposed to the now
or was I blind to the cost, the expenses

Tho paid my dues in full; receipt in hand
the last stance taken before life had strewn
every ounce of the fibers of my heart around
leaving me nothing but to bay at the moon.
 
Del Cano 2004 December

You Will Be Here

If indeed love is blind

how do I see your beauty.

Is it just my imagination

perhaps a certain duty.

 

If indeed love be really blind 

Then somethin’ just aint right

You just gotta let me know

is there love at first sight.

 

I thought it was a dream

Those visions in my mind

The stoking of the fires

and tender written rhyme.

 

The stroking of libido

and the vastly wild array

sensually placed touches 

done in such a sweet way.

 

So strange how it goes

You come, then disappear

cause memories get left

I know that you were here.

 

But, one day, I do believe

these visions which appear

will halt their slick attendance

cause then… YOU will be here.

 

Del Cano 2003 May

I Have Enjoyed All of You I Can Stand

I have enjoyed all of you
every bit of you I can stand
as I strut from your presence
let my heart strike up the band

Oh, I can sing a song of relief
sigh a huge breathless roar
damn near dancing with joy
while I stroll out the door

Your demeanor, too much
too far out from my heart
your selfishness overwhelming
part of what drove us apart

How can you turn your back
on those needing a helping hand
woman, I have enjoyed all of you
every bit of you I can stand.

Every time I stepped up
to share the fruits of my soul
your wanton lust for power
so quickly grew old.

You were hired to assist us
to build this company fast
yet your twisted thoughts
would not allow it to last

I'm going to lunch right now
get some help if you can
clean out your desk and leave
I've enjoyed all of you I can stand.

Del Cano 2004 December
 

 

History's Breath

So, you are history's breath
clear as tomorrow's rising sun
certainly you feel the warmth
tho love took off ... on the run

Love doesn't slice cleanly
as a knife cutting thru striated meat
it drags and tears away in portions
no section leaves the edges neat  

Nothing I can do about it
desires linger in a pool of longing
forever, caught in a budget crunch
totally out of the box of belonging

I must ask of you one last gift
beg it does no harm to love's death
from your charity will you kiss me
one last kiss from history's breath.

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

 

Time For Another Dose?

Getting a wee bit worn
sort of slowing down a tad
perhaps need another dose
of the medicine I had

Think I might relapse
just don't feel the most
need another treatment
time for another dose.

Don't get me wrong
your therapy was the best
got me back in balance
perfect to my request.

But did you really expect
my healing to be for long
or need to have a booster
to keep the therapy strong

I'll just drag around
take a nap when in pain
and pray you show up
to make love to me again.

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

 

Her Smile Pulls In The Dawn

Her sighs cracks breathless
and whispers in the dawn
always a faint twinkle
before night is totally gone

she silhouttes the moon
its aura not quite as strong
as when she aims her beam
and hums our favorite song

her smile pulls in the dawn
sensitivity showing in her eyes
with clarity unlike anything
one might see up in the skies

she is my awakening
my welcome to each day
feverisly I search for words
yet I fail at what to say

But I can tell of all the joy
as each new day gets a start
the pleasant emotions I feel
keeps her firmly in my heart
 
Del Cano 2004 December  

    

She Painted A Picture On My Heart

she painted a picture on my heart
a lovely sunrise appearing there
planted flowers with lovely blooms
which fully scented life's stale air

somehow she made the weather
less intrusive on clouded days
and taught me to see sunshine
thru rain, one of her special ways

she touched me with her magic
stroking with that splendid brush
added a marvelous array of hues
causing life to always seem blush

she took much of the darkness
shattered it and tore it apart
in its place put her personal light
and painted a picture on my heart

Del Cano 2004 December
 
 
 

Like What This Madness Is

Ah, you call it madness
when I can but groan
partially a gutteral tone
as if I breathe sadness.

My tracing of thy brow
lends itself to drawing
like the king lion pawing
or the boar taking the sow

The heat you brew
when touches scorch
like deserts's parch
drawing me closer to you

A tentative passion
lifts up to madness
when forseen gladness
knows no compassion

The animal-like drive
carves a heated streak
without a capping peek
forcing me but to dive

and gratify the ferocity
exacting max attention
prior to the ascension
from your generosity

Beyond passion's might
stronger than mental strain.
Each touch warrants again
lust bursting out of sight.

All words do but fiz
when held to require
accolades beyond desire
like what... This Madness Is.

In Response to Chris' Poem "This Madness Is"
Del Cano 2004 December

Same Ole Refrain

Spent the better part
of days gone yesterday
tripping over thoughts
seeming to grow by day

and each vivid memory
but a desired thought
a way to say can't forget
the joy you brought

I trip off the ladders
damn near fall on my face
waved at you yesterday
not a soul in the place

You seem to be deep
within the fiberous fold
every part of me shudders
though I'm not even cold

I just be dammed
must be cursed again
just keep singing
this same old refrain

Keep trying to pull away
and wash you out of me
but I think I know now
if ever, a long time will be

whatever you used
is good stuff, you know
my mind pulls one way, to
but my heart goes fro

When I see you I cry
want to touch you again
one day I hope to God
can stop singing this refrain   

Del Cano 2004 December

Butterflies At The Door

You have stepped out
where my wife often goes
in the quite of the morn
she heard dawn arose

She sees the light
of heavens early rays
touches me tenderly
blessing most my days

This write is striking
reaches high upon the score
Sssssh....hush....listen
butterflies knock at the door

Del Cano 2004 December

Your Presence Fondles Me

Your presence fondles me
touches my sensitive soul
reaches out and massages
like fingertips of gold

When you enter my sight
always a fluttering feel
the radiance you bring
peaceful and so still

Even when you are not
within my senses sight
thinking of you is warmth
chocolate on a cool night.

Your presence fondles me
caresses my every part
manipulates my senses
penetrates deep into my heart.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

 

Think I'll Call Off Today

Think I'll call off today
lack of interest to address
any of the issues of now
I truly confess.

I'll slide back inside
my warm cocoon lair.
Skip this day's problems.
Poof! Off into the air.

Think I'll ignore today
tomorrow can come early
don't wish to be sour
nor brash and not surly.

If I can skip today
refuse to face reality
get a break from the horrors
the weight of mentality.

I know it will be there
when I open my cocoon
but a day of respite
cannot come too soon.

I'll just call off today
relax and be at ease
start tomorrow off
joyfully, if you please.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

Barefoot In The Park

Feel like a magic man touching soul's hearts
stirring the pot of emotions at the start
and when all have been finally touched
lay down and take my rest, earned so much
at times feels like I wanna jump n shout
then just look at all and start to pout
but when my bare feet hit the floor
my soul awakens and I hit the door
to seek all who swims in the dark
take my stroll, barefoot, in the park.
 
DelCano 2004

Big Lie

What’s the real meaning 

When life tells us a lie

And each time you reach

The ideal seems to die.

 

No matter the content

We all know it’s true

The real world is false

the lie stares back  to you.

 

I fight for all I am

And try to help the rest

But at times the goals fail

Even as I target the best.

 

But, no matter what

I see it thru my eyes

The whole story of this life…

so full of big white lies.

 

Del Cano

Drawn In Chalk

I am one who has been trying

like you said to pass on the truth

yet words seem to fall on deaf ears

I aint hip enough for our youth

 

day after day the echo of guns

sends out such a piercing sound

tomorrow another brother lost

no longer gonna be around

 

as I go visit mama and who else

can't miss it in the street or walk

"stunning", no matter how often I see

his life outlined... drawn in chalk.

 

Del Cano 2004

Which Is Madness Anyway

But, did you not see

the shadow at your shoulder?

Have you no recall

of my promise to be there,

to assist you in times of trouble?

Has thou heart been so heavy

you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again

and breathe the scents of the heavens

whilst a whisper of the breeze

featherly, and caress they breast.

As the the blossoms of Spring

burst its' marvelous array

to soothe thy soul.

Like the forsythia, painting

its annual yellow cloud burst;

Speaking only a language of comfort.

Have thou wings forgotten

how to lift thee back into

the "canopy of the evening"?

O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed

to the travesty, in a world

seeming crazy by repetition

Which is madness anyway!

 

 Del Cano 2004

Appathy

I recognize not the face

Nor even know their name

I guarantee the outcome

Will surely be the same

 

They come one by one

To fetch a favor from you

Cause there is dire need

To get a dollar or two.

 

Yet each time I offer

To take them for some work

There comes many an excuse

and think me but a jerk.

 

Yet I keep trying to change

The wrong which I see

And try to make a difference

within  our community.

 

But each time that you

Succumb to the motley fool

And purchase what he’s selling

You break the golden rule.

 

What you seem to forget

Each time you buy his deal

Is that you may be his next victim

From whom he chose to steal.

 

If  you only think a bit

You could bring it to a halt

Cause every time he steals

You carry some of the fault

 

It makes me really sad

To see how weak we are

To allow this degradation

To continue on so far.   

 

I have not need to recognize

The face nor even the name

If we do not change our  ways

The outcome remains the same.

 

Del Cano 2003

Controlled Pain

Controlled Pain

Ooo, might I submit
the thought is not old
fluid dreams demand
that you have control.

Never lose sight of treasures
buried so deep in your will
my anticipation's delight
grows to a stuffed swill.

Gasping for that first breath
after the soft whisper of pain
peaks rising to descend
begging you to do it again.

Del Cano 2004

Uttered In Heavenly Voice

I can see the bold letters
streaming cross the skies
and the brilliance you show
as I look thru your eyes.

I can't challenge those
of lesser meanings or darkness
for all I now know of is the
presence of love's sparkness.

My mind can't resume what
it once used to know about
but I can say today, happiness
provides the basis for a shout.

So even if you come with me
I realize the truth exist in us
and nothing might be changed
though we scream, shout or fuss.

I can still see the banners float
high up in heaven's skies
and all the lovely splendor
focused deep within our eyes.

Any thing but what we have
would only be a foolish choice
secret lakes of her splendors
"utter'd in heavenly voice!"

DelCano,2004, July 18

 

Trouble With Sweets

I fixed her pancakes
had her for my meal
after that, started lunch
planned to sample more still.

The evening meal included
mashed potatos, baked fish
didn't hesitate in the least
she was my evening dish.

Doc says my sugar levels
were much too high
must have been the sweets
the first taste of the thigh.

I do watch my weight.
The problem? Late night snack
just have so much trouble
avoiding them when in the sack.

My will power is shot
those late night sweets
drive my sugar levels up
when tasting you head to feet.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

Feather Me

I sense the depth to which your heart
reaches to sooth the souls of those in pain
and your love spread broad as the heavens
like a holy umbrella protecting us from rain.
Your love oozes at first and then mightily pours
and I so wish I might return the joy to thee
your words have been and they do "Feather Me".

Del Cano 2004

Thinking 'Bout Sippin

I may be selfish but between
a thousand details to a day
and stuff I can't seem to forget
you always appear that way.
Maybe you peeped my Nautica
or my closet for the cashmere
wore it on the porch this morning
sipping coffee wishing you'd be here.

Odds are the world knows not
just how I'd love to sip your brew
Inhaling each whiff of coffee brings on
that "now knowing" aroma of you.
My mind finds comfort in our sharing
and the constant churning or yearning
raises the bar to a level of desire
barely below the heat of burning.

I harbor a bit of concern to speak
bout the nicities you bear by being
just who you are and what to me
though you have trouble in seeing
I sit, mug in hand, awash in your glow
sipping, smiling like a playful pup
my morning brew sweet and hot
mentations of slurp but not from a cup.

Del Cano 

 

The End Has Appeared

suppose I should face it
waiting is lonesome still
as I sit in quiet refrain
I feel a creeping chill.

expectations linger
so hate to let her go
turning loose is hard
when yet I love her so

no thrills in being left
along side the road
as excuses mount
another story told

I may as well admit
she's stepped on out ahead
loosed the touch of revelry
the love, all but dead

she must not have the nerve
to speak it loud and clear
so I'll have to end it. For us
the END has just appeared.

Del Cano 2004
 
 

The After Glow

The after glow apparent
our spent bodies drift
on a cloud of ecstatic fog
a sensual levitating lift.

I stare at her image
the form under the sheet
my eyes trace each rise
thoughts full, so complete.

Just moments before
in sweaty lustful tones
wrestling with passions
constant guttural moans.

She seems so at peace
so blessed a fragil state
beaming her afterglow
knowing how she satiate.

Such tranguility I feel
seeing her silhouetted form
feeds a craving to hold her;
hold her tightly in my arms. 

So much pleasure, the view
similar feelings, I know
spent from satiated joy
I love that after glow.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

Taboo Love

Hmm, I too had a way
with family buds and friends
and all thought the union
should never have begin.

But fate bestowed upon us
lasting love to their chagrin
now their wonderment changed
wonder if our love will end.

Del Cano 

Sweet Liberty

We need not long for words
the blue haven speaks them well
and plants the best of meanings
for poets to harvest and tell.

We soar cross heavens' field
sweet visual rhapsodies aglow
basking in love's wonderment
singing tunes we learn to know.

I treasure the freedom there
a "soft murmur beyond the skies"
and all the serenity and peace
deep in the heart and my eyes.

Del Cano 2004

Star Lit Nights Of Yesterday

I dreamed a wish in solitude
which shook my very soul
it wasn't really  a bad dream
but seemed from days of old.

In star lit nights of yesterday
you crept into the world
by way of a dream you did
and made yourself my girl.

Have no idea where you
originated from or came
but you pried open my soul
by sweetly calling my name.

You purred a sensual sound
with a voice dipped in honey
lavished pleasures on me making
good days even more sunny.

Though you were but a dream
you, a master at teaching lust
and no matter how long the time
you taught me how to trust.

But your lessons on making
me the best lover I could be
were perhaps the best of all
of the things you taught to me.

Your explanations of just
what women need to be at ease
are among my recollections
that cause me to want to please.

I've lived my life the best
in making your lessons real
and not once have I forgotten
how to brighten sex appeal.

Last night you showed up
and caused me great concern
though I enjoyed your visit
wondered why you returned.

I heard that purring sound
as you whispered out my name
like in Star Lit Nights Of Yesterday
returned from whence you came.

I dreamed a wish in solitude
which shook my very soul
It wasn't really a bad dream
but seemed from days of old.

Why did you show your face
choose to plant this inner fright
Please go now, leave me alone
forget Yesterday's Star Lit Nights.

DelCano 2004

 

 

 

 

 

Sugar Shack

I fired up a smile
it came right back
she beamed another
seemed like a snack

Touted a grin
right on track
sent the same
she let no slack

can you see it
we have a knack
of sharing love
in our sugar shack.

Del Cano 2004 November

Startled Meat

oh! she startled me
bumped accidently
on purpose
smile beaming loudly
fluttered a whisp 
an age gone by

sorry sir
see ya like short ribs too
shopping for em
like you

my slow recover
saw her rushing
back towards
the meat counter.

DelCano 2004

Some Kind Of Wonderful

A step beyond a free fall
all things of logic fade
into the love abyss of you
and satisfactions you made

Love to write you into forever
so our paths would cross again
let the world spin unleashed
as I love you towards insane.

Smiles Are Greater

If from your heart
smiles are greater
each one beams
as from the Creator.

And the love rises
to meet the desire
when the smile was
the start of the fire.

A smile is lovely
can be a true sater
coming from the heart
smiles are greater.

Del Cano 2004

Sipping Coffee ON The Porch

sipping coffee on the porch
coaxing the sun to rise
waving at stirring neighbors
wiping sleep from their eyes.

leaning back in the yard chair
under the colorful burst of day
joining old friends like the crow
and maybe even the blue jay.

the cat's at the screen door
old mutt is laying by the step
hyacinths slowly yawning 
as if they never slept.

Sipping coffee on the porch
a daily visit to fire up the soul
and help to shuffle in the day
while making life more bold.

Del Cano 2004

 
 

I Can Love You Like This

The feast of love never fails
to satiate the most inner parts.
To love like this is
the fulfillment of precious dreams
and thy wildest imagination's delight.
O, for a lark and thy love,
let me soar to the heavens and
select the most delicate flowers
to form a bouquet.
Or to the deepest ocean
to recover the shimmering glimmer
from a single drop of water.
Might I learn a new step
to twirl and dance as I too know
"I Can Love You Like This,
If given half a chance".

Del Cano 2004

Rose Of Many Colors

I planted a root stock last year
a tender stalk wavered in the rain
young leaves dangled for a while
almost felt it had been in vain.

As I pruned the other roses
noticed this one began to stand
took a firm grip in the soil
strong, as if holding God's hand.

Working in the garden one day
humming as I have so often
felt I heard a harmonizing tune
but as I approached, it softened.

Again and again the new rose
showed itself to be a special one
standing out to a beaming glow
as if it was chosen by the sun.

Now, to my amazement and joy
this rose is like none of the others
daily I see different hues and shades
It is " My Rose of Many Colors

Del Cano 2004

Quick As A Wink

As I read a write you just writ
and it tickles my souls inner self
I write right back so the best of it
won't get placed upon a shelf.
So any words which I might say
get writ as fast as I can think
for if I fail to write it today
might sail off, quick as a wink.

DelCano 2004, June

Poetry Castle

Ah, the Castle doors creek slowly
opening to a wide array of verse
no matter what your fair is to be
it surely shall quench your thirst.

I find meals fully being served
since you know I am a glutton
I wallow round the table endlessly
till I gotta loosen my shirt button.

Another thing bout that house
so damn much joy and grace
seems to linger within its walls
oh, I've learned to love that place.

I can strut down its halls
and peep behind any door
finding love poetry, pain too
even at times a bit of folklore.

I get inspiration. Elation strums
the tunes of my soul's core.
No matter how long I stay there
I always return to get more.

Another thing bout this place
I learned to love real good
is that folks treat you with respect
like real friends really should.

So, if anyone wondered bout me
I'm telling you now, with no hastle
I'll be hanging round a long time
at this place called "Poetry Castle".

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

 

My Soul Doth Stay At Rest

Got you loud and clear
been to the same place.
Searched high and low
found it staring in my face.

Looked over yonder there
stepped right over the best.
Now that I know what I have
my soul doth stay at rest.

Del Cano 2004 November

My Daily Ritual

I sit with mug in hand
a thrilling picture in mind
immersed in peaceful thoughts
beyond the realms of time

space and matter gone
stilled by the wave of you
fluttering in majestic order
as I drink this heated brew

a friendly gesture I make
whilest sipping warm desire 
starting a new day again
blessed by your fire.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

Keep The Vision Alive

When daylight rose
it chased the dark.
night is brought to a close
minimal embers leave a spark.
rinsing your visions peek
draining desires from you
nothings left of what you seek
'cept the opposing drops of dew.
but- you keep the vision live
with memories of the night
and the dance will surely thrive
when daylight takes its flight.

Del Cano 2004

Highway of Sensations

Her instrument never fails to treat
another write tugging at the heart
me thinks her words are really sweet
and joined with the highest part.
See, I am of the thought and belief
she reacheth up and grabbed a star
shook and tossed for our relief
sent love back to where we are.
Love be from of the most high
beyond all earthly explanations
only a fool might chance to deny
its path is the "highway of sensations".

DelCano -May, 2004

Lonesome In A Crowd

Though I had a house full
of relatives and friends
something seemed a mist
all day at my wits ends

Oh, there was a joyous time
overeating and telling lies
listening to tales of the year
while nibbling on the pies

I was not really with it
flashed smiles all day long
inside I felt down and low
mulling over you being gone

Felt lonesome even tho
I kept a house full of folk
laughing and enjoying the spirit
often felt as if I would choke

Being lonesome is sad
even with a crowd around
and not even one voice
gave me that familiar sound

I put on my happy face
chatted along with the gang
my my no matter what goes on
missing you is a lonesome thang.

DelCano 2004 November

 

 

Let Me Cup Your Face

Let me cup your face in my hands
study the outline of your face
then kiss your lips with passion
close my eyes from pure grace.
 
Lay your duties down a moment
let thy arms be clearly free
so as when I hug you tightly
your can reach back to me.
 
And while I  am being soothed
and return to a peaceful grace
I'll lift my arms in humble praise
take my hands and cup your face.
 
DelCano 2004, April

Lay Your Head On My Arm

Lay your head on my arm
I want to feel you breathe on me
want to hear the sound of your heart
be comforted by your reverie.

Lay your head on my arm
I want to finger your hair
trace the outline of your face
as the tingles rise from there.

Lay your head on my arm
let me breathe in your scent
if  you decide to move your head
kiss me for good times spent.

Del Cano 2004

 

For Lathargic Minds

Location of your vacation
truly a lingering sight
can't taste of your libation
though try if I might.
But the desert trip
may provide a teacher
for philosophies' filling
plus the crazy preacher.
May I have a puff
of your mighty pipe
and soar with you
till our souls are ripe.
Then rest from toil
and groans of all kinds
massaged by music
for lathargic minds.

Del Cano 2004

 

Just When I thought

Just when I thought
things were going my way
the damn rug got snatched
forcing on me a bitter day.

Just when it seemed about right
my world taking perfect shape
the decisions I made spoiled
the tunnel shows no escape.

Seems like I am destined
to keep up that long fight
in trying to keep it balanced
a struggle both day and night.

I'll just thicken my skin
get braced for what ever
as more problems roll in
experience'll make me clever.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

 

Just Hold Me Tonight

Just let me hold you tonight
tomorrow might be too late
all those thoughts of yesterday
will fade out with the date.

You, here now, could have
just walked on out the door
yet you still linger and hang
beggin for and wanting more.

Just let me hold you tonight
knowing I'm on the road again
Can make no promises or plans
much as I travel would be insane.

You followed my route all the way
appeared though I warned you of this
Never around but a day or two
can't build a life on a fleeting kiss.

Just let me hold you tonight
nothing here to build a life on
there is only instant gratification
knowing tomorrow I'll be gone.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

 

Just Call My Name

Just call my name
I shall stand tall
what ever your need
just give me a call.

Hold you? Just a word
loving good as can be
you'll ride like a wave
floating cross the sea.

Protect you, always
drape you in the best
let all the world see
you are better'n the rest.

Just call my name
so we may start ecstasy
but I have just one question
how long is your "eternity".
 
Del Cano 2004

It Gripped Me Tightly

It gripped me ever so tightly
slung me to points unknown
let me wallow in the sentience
amid the seeds you've sown.

I too speak of loving winds
which often lightly caress
and hug the thoughts I feel
for your love brews the best.

Del Cano 2004

If I Were The Words

If I were the words
which bound me to you
I'd speak more clearly
you'd know what to do.

If I were the image you saw
when you envisioned love
I'd frame a view of the moment
cast it up to heaven above.

But reality says clearly you
need me more as your friend
than the lover you've craved
ever since from the very begin.

I have ridden the rocky roads
the paths you took high and low
but never once did I falter
with the places you chose to go.

We've shared more than we should
I stay right close by your side
the panting gets sort of crazy
as I see you trying out a new ride.

You rant and rave so easily
I hate to see your pain and hurt
yet not once did you see me
beyond the realm of just a flirt.

But I think its time you see
in all your travels and quest
you keep stepping over me
looking for a better happiness.

I have stroked your heart
when another tore it to bits
grabbed you before you fell
from the pain and trauma of it.

Said what you needed to hear
though my heart knew it a lie
anything to just be near
the favor of your needing eye.

I think it's more than time
to bring this charade to a halt
make you understand my feelings
steadily growing with out a fault.

While you have looked afar
often too many miles away
what you craved the most
is what I always needed to say.

You don't need the drama
and the public humiliation too
I can safely say, in my words
I am the one who really loves you.

If I were the words
which bound you to me
I'd love and cherish you
from here to eternity.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

 

I Write Your Name On The Clouds

I wrote your name on the clouds
and have it stamped in my heart
the sun beams bright with letters
as I work the words from the start.

your name is written in the sky
and drifts off deep in the blue
it matters not  where I read it
as long as it spells just you.

Where ever I look I have a need
to see your name right there
for it massages and fondles me
and tells me that you care.

I live a simple life with you
a blend of God's best emotion
filled with all of the nicities
the best is love and devotion.

I write your name in the clouds
and let it drift along the way
for I so love to read your name
throughout each and every day

Del Cano 2004

Why I Write Poetry

I write poems which help you
to reach and touch a feeling
sometimes just a word or two
can start your heart to reeling

And for myself I write just
for gratification and pleasure
to create or maybe raise
a thought from its leisure.

I write poetry cause it feels
so good shaping a thought
exploring senses and minds
to see what I have wrought
  
I can take a trip to places
no other has ventured to go
sail the high seas or fly off
to London, Nigeria or Tokyo

All I need do is start a word
maybe it will take a  phrase
to start a journey of joy 
which leaves all in a daze.

I've made love all over
danced in exotic places
consumed a variety of food
put smiles on many faces.

I write poetry to tell a tale
to sing a special love song
wallow in the deepest of lust
making sure you come along.

I create verses which may
make you cry from pain
perhaps laugh up a storm
then I start all over again.

I love to explore the years
or the season's special glow
each and every creation
comes from my heart's flow.

So enjoy raising passion
kissing all the hidden spots
outlining her with my tongue
damn I love lovin a lots.

It doesn't matter the topic
I can go there and use my wit
stir up a political argument
write words to make you forgit.

Sometimes I punctuate
real good like a scholar
other writes are a mess
causing word nuts to holla.

For me, I get so much joy
from creations I bring to life
it releaves stress of everyday
and makes me void of strife.

So, now you know why
I write the words I do
to bring happiness for me
as well as joy to you.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

I Was Afraid Of Hieghts

I was once afraid of heights
'fore light opened the door
now I never notice how high
 just raise my arms and soar

Once hesitated to speak
fright said  some might hear
now I babble with regularity
never considering the fear

So glad you came along
exchanged darkness for lights
now I just sail and soar
no longer afraid of heights.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

I Tote Thy Love

I tote thy love with joy
and drape it o're my back
for its protective shield
wears  like a loving sack.

I step in love in the morn
and bask in it all day
for whence I 've come
there seems no better way.

Nev're forget its there
whispers as I think
and if I do slow down
it gives a little wink

It drips a lot of good
joyful tricks are then at play
and causes lots of tingles
as I dance on thru the day.

I tote thy love with joy
wear it proudly like charms
no matter what I do 
feel  wrapped within your arms.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

I Must Learn To Fly

She spoke her peace
profound might I say
breathe, then release
a word did not sway.
As I peep in awe
can only grunt a sigh
got a crook in my neck
watching her float by.
Yet I must learn too
neath wings up in the sky
chasing you is just too hard
mercy, I too must learn to fly.

Del Cano 2004

I Shall Take Your Breath

I shall take your breath
and toss it to the wind
for those who need joy
will catch the love you send.

see, your breath is but
a whisper to the hearts
who are worn with pain
and need new starts.

A sensual breeze of love
a tender whisper to here
fluttering in the wind
brewing only good cheer

Your loving light wind
soothing pains to death
spread it for all to breathe
I shall take your breath.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

 

I Long For You Still

awakened with a sudden start
floral scents surrounding me
a touch of jasmine and lavender
engulfed the senses fully

before I realised the draw
"she" was caressing my face
all the strength I mustard
shed the least of a trace

I told myself it couldn't
be the one I was thinking
the mahogany of her hair
seemed as twilights blinking

needed her more than I knew
my cravings were just too much
had tried to turn her off in mind
but was stricken by her touch

she paid me a surprise visit
brought the bounty of her lust
and though I wanted to deny
moved in tune with each thrust
 
oh woman, do thy thing
and slip on out as you do
ravish and burn me still
leave though I still need you

what ever your reasons
too heavy for me to discern
but I give a damn less to know
just fan my libido to a burn

come when you will
at the dark side of midnight
anytime for me is fine
your loving is always right

I gave up all else
the touch, the feel
just come make love to me
I so long for you still.

Del Cano 2004 November
 

I Create

I create from the womb
of love's deepest part
burying pain in its tomb
deal strictly with the heart.

It matters not if they
think ill of my word
always I'm gonna speak
of joys you've rarely heard.

I see no reason to wallow
in pain's sordid hollow dusk
I only know how to spread
the very best of lover's lust.

My goal is but the best
my only aim is to satiate
its why I passionately write
and work so hard to create.

Del Cano- 2004, August

 

 

 

How Much Does It Cost To Smile

How much does it cost to smile
sadness becomes you not
give your face some excercise
show us what you've got

Beam those teeth real bright
spread your mouth real wide
let the sun bounce off your face
go ahead make sadness hide

You seem to want to hesitate
 might it enjoy it after while
come on now; light up your face
how much does it cost to smile.

Del Cano 2004 November

We Love To Fly

Have you not awakened
felt a wonderful rush of bliss?
No matter what is to be faced
your heart just wants to kiss?

Having my feet touch the floor
is a blessing I'm thankful of
another opportunity to shout
of heaven's lovely white dove.

Of course you have, love shows
and we share of love's delight
fight and strive to spread it all
within each poetic write.

Just to spread our wings
show twinkles in the eye
jump and soar to the heavens;
dear God, how "WE" love to fly.

 

 

Finished With The Lie

Have you ever been lied to
I mean creatively outstanding
the kind of lie which strikes out
is overpowering and demanding.

Now try this on for size
you love someone totally
they confess they feel the same
but they act anecdotally.

I allow it and blame myself
I lived with the lie because
I wanted her and I needed her
included no escape clause.

I stretched with the truth
amazing though it was
even a little bit of her
gave me my just cause 

Lately she crossed the line
the lie became too farfetched
even my desire could not
allow for it to be so stretched

The chasm grew too wide
the abyss dark and deep
the lie more outlandish
no way I could see to keep

All the love in the world
can't hide from a pure lie
the type which grows on its own
seems to take wings and fly

I could live with a bit of it
even a tall tale to boot
but hey yaw'll, this monster
is making me get up and scoot

Her loving is worth a lie
her sensuality amazes me still
but as I realized the truth of it
lost it. No longer had the will.

It takes a hell of a person
to take your heart and twist it
while telling you all about her love
willing to write about it and list it

Love?  a misdemeaner at the least
lust a more punishable crime
but I have no regrets at all
I had such a wonderful time

Now, don't get me wrong
I hurt and I mean real bad
but being one to deal with it all
I tend to taper it to just sad.

I am not going to allow
her to drag my heart around
and run at her beckon call
nor do a dance like a clown.

Being one who loves deeply
I tend to allow me to cry
and will no longer tolerate
living with this damn lie.

Del Cano 2004 November 24

 

Dragon Bait

You seem prepared
to face battles on high
and reduce the dragon
to a huff and a sigh.

Whose crushing depths
fade within your thighs
and the heat you start
bring tears to his eyes.

Dragon man's desire
tongue lashings galore
erupting molten lava
as he craves for more.

Seems to me a treat
dragon's pending sate
surprised consumption
by you, Dragon Bait.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

Decades Ago

Seems like these decades
feel more like centuries
than the relative short time
spent creating its histories.
 
Remember when a dime
would buy a loaf of bread
tho we had few phones
neighbors knew what we said.
 
Parents worked the same job
for so many years in town
and whatever happened
neighbors would come around.
 
What happened to those days
the playground had a swing
milk came in glass jugs
butchers tied meat with a string.
 
The iceman had a wagon
was pulled by his ole mule
and grandpa milked the cow
while he was sitting on a stool.
 
Music was so pleasant a sound
told a story how love was good
today it bellows out raging hate
throughout the neigborhood.
 
We burnt our trash and leaves
watered the grass with a hose
plastics corrupted the earth so much
when breathing we hold our nose.
 
Used to hear my daddy speak
bout days he used to know.
Childishness hadn't been phased
now I wonder where'd they go.
 
Where is the ice cream
we churned on the porch
and the pan of corn bread
steaming, hot as a torch.
 
Cuba was the playground
for the rich and famous.
Now the best of cookies are
baked by Famous Amos.
 
Don't get me wrong
appreciate a moblie phone
and the sound of the pager
sends me heading home.
 
The microwave, a godsend
as well as the self cleaning oven
the internet is now included
in the way to find new lovin

These decades I've lived
seem more like centuries passed
But, in the course of living my life
the time seemed to slip by fast.

Del Cano 2004 November 

 

Dear Lady

Dear lady, you are my ego
powerfully touching deep
no matter what I write
look forward to your peep
your joy is most infectious
a previlege having you around
wear your words proudly
as if it they were a crown.

DelCano 2004 October

Damn I Need To Hold You

I want to kiss your lips
wrap my arms about you
massage those luscious hips
and trace your outline too

Damn I need to hold you

I want to kiss every part
suckle the sweetness I see
the thrills I dream about
be layed out before me.

Let me fondle the dessert
of your shoulders and breast
and as I linger there my mind
will yearn for all the rest.

Damn I need to hold you

Oh how I've yearned to taste
the sweetness of thy friut
and let my tongue wallow
in the essence of love's root.

Every inch of your body
I claim for my very own
the preciousness of desire
shows just how it's grown.

Damn I need to hold you

Del Cano 2004 November
  

Share Your Emptiness With Me

Share Your Emptiness With Me

you invite love then run
you hide from the source
then you huddle in a ball
to be a negative force.

you tell yourself its over
love can not be for you
reach out just far enough
to spark a dream or two

then go hide in your hollow
that abyss of your mind
preferring to hide from love
of any type or any kind

how easy it could be
to fall in love and ride
the feathers of pleasure
being kept by your side

yet you run each time
a feeling comes true
preferring to hide from it
keeping love away from you

I know the lonliness
we share the way it be
wish you would not run
share your emptiness with me

Del Cano 2004 November
 

We Danced Away The Night

We Danced Away The Night

I could tell from her eyes
that certain sort of trance
she begs ones attention
when she wants to dance

Even more so I could tell
she asked about slow tunes
and started reminising bout
old baritones and their croons

As soon as we hit the floor
head resting on my chest
hair radiating vanilla jasmine
essence of love from her breast

We more so rocked
or shuffled one might say
barely moved on the floor
danced, non-the-less today.

All the world faded
we held each other so tight
slipping deeper into yesterdays
as we danced away the night.

Del Cano  2004 November  

Presence In My Dream

Softly, as snow has lain
in the boughs of the tree.
Your closeness surely provides
tranquility to me.

Not any single flower
nor garden's scented bouquet
could out-perfume your presence
here with me that day.

Never has a blossom
bloomed so very bright
as to my empty fingers
imagination's delight.

But, like the sun
as it slowly melts the snow,
a warmth stayed in my dream
till its final fading glow.

Del Cano 2002 November 22

Running In the Kitchen

Perhaps I am selfish
I keep holding on 
while in the kitchen
even when alone.

Spun the tale of
apron on the run
nothing else she wore
hell of a tale I spun

I reach.. she moves
I see the juicy fruit
the fullness of her
and her treasured loot

she loves the tease
plays the innocent bit
when she moves abruptly
might expose a tit

ah, when she bends over
a much broader view
frankly just these peeps
no longer seem to do

Im gonna stop being nice
snatch the apron, play ruff
and when I touch her
feel her fullness in the buff

See, I know one day
she'll stop running and turn
wrap me in her heated arms
share the flavor of her charms

then my selfish self
will do sooo much rubbing
while holding her tight
squeezing and hugging.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

Forever Is Getting Shorter

Been wondering bout forever

each time she said it was so

got so used to her prescence

thought she would never go.

forever, been smitten

with the budgetary axe

no more long range stuff

that's the modern day fact.

forever is shorter now

than it ever used to be

and the way it looks

disappearing to me.

Maybe forever will stay

when we be a good starter

hang around a little longer

forever keeps getting shorter.

 

Del Cano 2004 October

I Lose Control

I think I lost my stamina
seems I really lost control
the way I feel about you
reminds me of days of old.  

As in younger days
many years gone by
let my lustful itch
come forth to thine eye.  

My fingers long to touch
feel the tender of your skin.
Massage the all of you
and do it all over again.  

Me thinks the time is nigh
to grip my senses tight
yet in my loss of control
I dream of thee at night  

Simple perceptions burst
into wild emotive lust
till in the throws of passion
methinks my soul may bust.  

But the feeling is so grand
reminds me of days of old
precious times of youth
still "now" I lose control.  

Del Cano 2004 November  

I'll Write You Lovely

What if I wrote you lovely
and called you my suppose
even if I wrote you beautiful
you still know how it goes.

If I raised your face
for all the world to see
they would find you lovely
as you always tend to be.

What if I wrote you stunning
and said you're all I need
till the whole of me is full
cause you're my lovin feed.

If I wrote you sweet
and tasty as can be
The flavors of your aura
would come out so syrupy.

So I'll just write you nice
a sweet lady in my poem
but strictly adhere to
the sweetness of your charm.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

No Nursing Home In My Future

No nursing home in my future
book me on a long term trip
to last for the rest of my days
on a Princess Cruise Line ship.  

The average nursing home
cost about $200.00 per day
the long term fare on the ship
is barely half the cost I'd say.  

Now, look at this real close
on the ship if I get really sick
they have doctors to attend
at the home it's a major trick.  

On the cruise you got endless
recreation and many games
the home presents nothing
even near bout the same.  

Meals? Endless fare
The home may not even cook
imagine eating in luxury
or calling room service to book.  

Another fantastic advantage
people will rarely be a bore
see every couple weeks or so
we'll get new folks by the score.  

Let me cruise the world
in splendor and revalry
Visit the best of ports
sailing round endlessly.  

You know, there's even
room service every day
no laundry to concern
that's wonderful, I'd say.  

Now, give it some thought
a movement is about to start
I'm gonna get a crowd of us
to thrill the sailing heart.  

No nursing home in my future
pack my bags to set sail.
Gonna ride the wavy blue seas
never let life get stale.  

Del Cano 2004  October
   

Happiness In A Single Tear

Might can tell from the tracks
just where the tears have run
but even one single little tear
could speak to some of fun.
The route which it takes
may say," love has rested here".
and you swell in the eyes of her
shed "Happiness In a Single Tear".  

Del Cano 2004    

Not A Word Spoken

I shan't speak with any words
just say it with tongue and lips.
The message says the same
when diving twixt gyrating hips.

My eyes read the words
when you speak the way you do.
Not a damn thing I need say
only need to start to fondle you.

The conversation raves on
words are rare and short.
Everything has been said
my tongue has made its start.

The scent of lust and passion
speaks loudly; seems so floral.
All the talking I need do is done
without a word spoken oral.

Del Cano 2004 November

My Drug Of Choice

I took a taste blindly
got hooked before I knew
now the worst I can say
my drug of choice is you.

Had no idea the potentcy
was as strong as a drug
wallowing round here
craving you and a hug

I get the jones from need
an addiction I cannot rein
tremors and lots of shakes
need a shot of you in my veins.

Cravings, yearnings too
let me hear that poetic voice
woman you got me hooked
"You" are "My Drug of Choice".

Del Cano 2004 November

Headed To Addiction

Oh my, I just can't escape
this oozing layered quake
wrapped in chocolat-ay bliss
longing to taste thy kiss.

To totally emerge myself
like a wallowing little elf
betwix the layers of sweet
massage from head to feet.

Suffering me but to yield
and play in thy cocoa field.
A driving heated compunction
eager to lap for consumption.

Surrounded, no sweeter brew
cocoa madness which is you
drives the senses to the edge
shall lovingly lick. This I pledge.

Long for you to ooze and coat
shall repeat it make it a quote
that I see a most tasty addiction
another overwhelming affliction.

Let me swim in your sweet core
knowing I'll be back for more.
As I lap chocolate betwix the sheets
be drugged from the level of sweets.

Be it a curse of joyous embrace
my tongue craving for thy taste.
Matters not what they call this affliction
know I'm headed for a "Sweet Addiction".

Inspired by "Sweet Addiction" by Born 2Speak
Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

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

 
 

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

 

 

 

Nothin Left In Me But Tears

I've seen what you saw and more
spent the last twenty plus years
fighting hard to help open the door
but all I got left in me are tears.

From morning till late at night
it filled the most of our days
made every effort to make it right
but the masses walk in a daze.

Mama, making excuses for him
daddy don't even know bout home
at times the little ones mimic them
if it ever was hope seems to be gone.

Too much living on the edge of life
accepting wrong just as a regular norm
men stop making women their wife
get together and brew a heavy storm.

I could go on and on. You know the drill
not much my brown eyes miss in fears
seems the most serious thoughts are thrills
I aint got nothing left in me but tears.

In response to Browned Eyed Blues by Nu Eshe
 

Del Cano 2004  November

Ode To Sarah's View

Outstanding view of one
of contemporary society's ills.
Seems more than just a high
surpasses most parent's wills.
Yet, as youngsters raised
with better thoughts in mind
reach for a substance of hell
addiction as bad as can find.
All of the tears and hurtful days
their buddy's suffered too
seemed to have the least
of a damn influence on you.
The waving hands and eyes
to grab your own attention
beyond me how one might buy
the hellish substance mentioned.

Waiting for the next consumer
like a walking corner store
I see them reach out and
smile knowing you came back for more.
Beats me, a jive and sullen force
why you have such a need or lack
which drives you so far to that end
to reach for hell known as crack.
And just as bad and oh so sad I see
the pains on your children's face
you birth an addict as if they had it.
So darn traumatic and an utter disgrace
you traders in hell's name and buyers too
cloaked in God's grace, hope He seen us
and you hang dangling like a "limp penis".

DelCano 2004

A response to Sarah's "What I See In My Neightborhood" poem

 

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

 

 
 

Night Magic

You and I strolled the path
gliding thru the best of vision
pleasured by all of the images
caused our heart's collision.

Besieged by likes of a rose.
Hyacinth or cypress tree
lined the path and posed
as standards of royalty.

Under gold and yellow sky
prefer to call it destiny's roll.
Stunning, the sights of the eye
a most lovely deliberate stroll.

Nothing more might be touching
as our foray, seems a bit pelagic
knowing how I shall be clutching
and loving you neath "Night Magic."

Del Cano 2004

 

Love, Never Rehearsed

Love, thy friendly chum
lingers at the deep well.
Never settles like sediment
but bubbles and swells.

As one lumbers thru
craving its friendly kiss
you must "reach" to it
to grasp of its bliss.

All its fruits, so sweet
remain in tack and stand.
Its bounty is yours
just stretch out your hand.

No one can rescue you
not even a loving verse.
Tried and true its flavors
love is never rehearsed.

Del Cano 2004 September

Just A John Doe

I be not even a speck
as normal people shall be
but I sail to the heavens
when you make love to me.  

Ordinary to a fault
till your touch lifts me
and soar among the stars
in your land of ecstacy.  

I'm purely a simple soul
till your arms so capture
then endless pure delight
lover's heavenly rapture.  

Merely a John Doe, for real
till I burst out in your joy
and light up like a light bulb
with the power you employ.  

I don't know how to be me
yet I know all about desire
cause you are the kindling
which lit this raging fire.  

Del Cano 2004 October      

I Present To You

You used to wonder
if you had all of me
and tho I said you did
I held back, you see.

Always felt the need
to hide a part on the shelf
just in case, whatever
to save a bit of myself.

These years seemed
to just fly by so fast.
You were my beginning
and apparently my last.

I present to you
that part no longer hid.
You promised unrelentling love;
here I am because you did.

Del Cano 2004 October
From a Challenge "My gift to you" from Salty Dreams Poetry Forum"

I Need To Taste You

I need to taste you
it might sound strange
but I'm not crazy
nor a bit deranged.

I need to taste you
the flavor of lust
the essence of sensual
the tip of joy's crust.

Need to pay you
lip service galore
satiate my senses
come back for more.

No matter the hour
or day of the week
the radiance of you
drives me to a peak.

I need to taste you
my tongue's never hidden
licking the fruit endlessly
publically forbidden.

Here and now my need
outshines the feel of wrong
the tunes in my head
burst to a love song .

Your taste is excitement
how your passion seers
and each taste I get
brings about happy tears.

Let the world go by
hand around your waist
deep in thrilling posture
needing to get my taste.

Del Cano 2004 September

Scope Of Love

Too broad for me to measure
love's width be a huge treasure.
The length of forever is too much
for this man's reach to touch.

So I simply make every day
a measurement along the way.
Drawing on strength from above
I work daily on the "Scope Of Love".

Del Cano 2004 October

Lover's Dream

Oh,how I wish not to be awakened
but to linger in this dream of her
and pray her overwhelming love
is just like mine so we concur.

Oh no....don't wake me,
please just let me be
wrapped up in his loving arms
where love is wild and free.

Snuggling in her folds
quenches my wildest thirst
stretching my soul in fullness
till I think my heart will burst.

He satiates my body
reaches deep into my soul
in vivid dreams he comes to me
stoking fires I can’t control.

She all but drowns me
in her rhapsody's cover
sensualness beyond all
I take flight and hover.

And while in this dream
I'm begging never to awake
the thought of her love
is about the most I can take.

Oh, how I wish not to be awakened
linger always in the love of her heart
being thankful for her presence
and praying we shall never part.

Sharing these precious moments
in our dreams we can conceal
two hearts and souls that became one
when our lovers dreams were real.

~DelCano and Sioux Princess~
2004

Let Me Not Awake

Let me not awake
from dreams of the heart
keep me encased within
never, never let us part.

Stir the pot of passion
sweet tastes on thy lips
seeking the syrup of lust
of arcing, begging hips.

Please don't wake me
let me forever stay
wallowing in thy fire
which never goes away.

Del Cano 2004 October

That Lustful Tease

Just watching you sleep
after your night on the town
a peaceful  sight to my eyes
my desire's coming down.
 
If you were not so tired
I'd kiss you on the neck
tongue the edge of your face
Think I'll do it. What the heck.
 
You, lying there so peaceful
hate to interrupt your sleep
just feel the heat you radiate
or might I be thought a creep.
 
Let me touch your hairline
kiss the edge of your ear
suckle the desert of your back
how about a feel right here.
 
Lying there in your splendor
casting such a luscious mold
body's image against the sheet
a tantelizing sight to behold.
 
Woman, seeing you, in bed
spins images touching desire
drives my cravings to the fast lane
damn near exploding to fire.
 
I wish to hold and kiss you
caress your every cooing part
raise the roof off the bedroom
and thrill my longing heart.
 
I want so much to lavish
upon you loves deepest hit
suckle your breast feverishly
and nibble all around a bit.
 
Feel the curves of your hips
reach and massage your thighs
touch the silk of your ass
wallow in this feast of my eyes.
 
Oh my goodness, dear one
need to taste your secret spot
Bury my face twix your thighs
savor all the nectar you've got.
 
Maybe I ought to just sit
wait for you to stir a little more
before I grab you lovingly
suck and fuck till we're sore.
 
When our body's are satiate
spent and so very pleased
Let me sleep and wallow
to give you that lustful tease.
 
Del Cano 2004 October
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Maybe I Shouldn't Dream of You Tonight

No, might not be a good idea
for me to dream of you tonight
see my dreams are quite real
often cause a sudden fright.  

The realness might be more
than what you  are able to stand
somehow my dreams come alive
you may wake up holding my hand.  

In dreams created from deep down
a kiss is as real as in the heat of day
my tongue finds the same spots
the ones which you dare not say.  

Matters not, you know in mind
for the dream can't be that real
though you feel the sensualness
late in the night when all is still.  

You awake startled feeling touched
as if the air rubbed you just a trace
the feelings in your heart are shocked
cause the dream had a real taste.  

The knot in your tummy
tells the tale of craving lust
the latent feelings of passion
start to waver on your trust.  

A dream? You question the way
how could it be this pleasing
as your body winds down to normal
feels a mighty huge sort of teasing.  

Your gown on the side of the bed
tells a tale you just beg to know
could it be. Was I not dreaming?
your mind starts back on the go.  

That rush. The thrilling satiated feel
more evidence.  I was there with you
though its hard to believe and take
you know in your heart "WE" were two.  

The dream, dear lady, is too much
for a single night of thrills and lust
thats why beyond any doubt
you'll try to bring it back or bust.  

No, I dont think I should dream
my special dream of you tonight
you need more time to wallow
before the dream appears to sight.  

Del Cano 2004 October