I could not help but pretend
we were together last night
as the stars shone up high
feelings glowed real bright.
Every touch produced
a shudder topping pleasure
deep screams within the soul
marked them all as treasure.
My hands took their journey
a search in marvelous glee
sending messages to my brain
telling of all the reverie.
My tongue sought and found
nature's blessed garden's delight
and with each lustful flick
things started to bloom just right.
Tasting of love's sweet nectar
inebriated to a most sensuous desire
riding the swells and waves vigorously
thru oceans, reaching passion's fire.
You, my rescuer, felt the coming rage
in anticipation to prevent an implosion
you enterwined with me to ride it out
to share showers from the explosion.
A mighty rumble, a draining wave
landing softly on a clouded mist
pulsating to a rhythmic shudder
satiated, spent, floating in bliss.
As the stars shown bright
the dream played over again
we were together all last night.
"I Could Not Help But Pretend".
Del Cano 2004 August
All Pretend lead toward Living Paradise
ReplyDeleteposted to Spencer's Place
by aechoswhisper2 at 6:41pm on 8/29/04
And the mirror of it, flowed into corners,my closed eyed retreat
the stars foretold, third night before
this encounter,sublime
glisten of watercrest blushing buds
a small, tender erection's sensation building
evidence stressed on bubbling ecstasy
wings, caper crest divine floated, fluttered
the coco scent envloped my hybrid circlet
dousing w/fine luster particulars, rune ensigned
with clairvoyance inseams---rolled with the jade tide
what tokens laid atowed-inland islands
like a note in a bottle, casted upon the ebbs
to the founder it brings, an epic erotic rendezous
to the case in hand and divers of hawaii atolled blue waters
swum cloister's levels in cajun collaboration
with cologne levity licked coherent.
superb coconut, the foreplay fruit- proclamating the climate
and climax tasted like superior cognac
the smoothest dark side of mint
retreats-leaving the finiality to imagination's face
and ever heighten frenzy hunger' pace
evermore fulfilling, steadfast provoking your raisin hunger
for the next moonscape recital- forecoming on eclipse daze.
C.Hill {Lady of Paradise}
Spencer , deletecible dessert you dreamed up here
wetted my tastebuds for an delicious encore
mmmmmmm Christie