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  
   
 
 

SHE

she whispers the sweetest of song
tender in her most loving key
I never quite hear all the words
being overwhelmed in reverie.  

she touches a most soft refrain
reaches the depth of my well
repeats the strokes massagingly
knowing my heart will swell.  

she sees a painted heaven
as we add to years with love
as if were drawn in pastels
she touches like a kid glove.  

though pain be part of it
as life moves on its way
she captures a snapshot
of happiness everyday.  

and all I can do is share
the love she meters out
any attempts to explain
leaves me fumbling about.  

Her song, Her touch
Her vision's loving pull
keeps me satiated in bliss
and my heart so very FULL.
 
Del Cano 2004 October 24              

Beyond Sensational

Have you ever touched someone
who simply explodes your senses
and everytime they're near is like
thoughts knocked out all the fences.

I got a woman who is beyond
any point one may call sensation
who is a living factory of lust
thrilling, fascinating, total elation.

It takes as little as her touch
to make me wild and frantic
launching me into her seas
as expansive like the Atlantic.

Nothing I can think of
compares with her charms
the overwhelming thrills
as she locks with legs and arms.

I am lifted from carnal realms
blasted out and up into space
soaring past all the heavens
flight pattern of love and grace.

Frantic gravings, lustful floods
powerful rushing currents of infatuation
words are crippled to even explain
like suffering from a case of love starvation.

Can't say too much about my lady
her lovin is powerful, transformational.
Words just about escape me to explain
I just know she is "Beyond Sensational".

Del Cano 2004 October

 

An Affliction

Its nearly embarassing to say
but I suffer from an affliction.
A strange passionate yearn
might deem it an addiction.

See, this wild desire overtakes
many of the normal senses I feel
and soars to a passionate strata
burying the best efforts of my will.

Sometimes I might explode
oh, for the joys of it's touch.
Holding fast yet most tenderly
love to have it in my clutch.

No twelve step programs
to fight the affliction's grip.
My own efforts are wasted
so helpless I continue to slip.

The condition overtakes me
I fake a modicum of class
I get a most marvelous thrill
as I massage my lover's "ASS".

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

 

Forever Is Too Short

Waiting love rings a tune
strikes forever in the heart.
How far away is soon
seems forever we did part.

How far away is soon
like forever at the start
even soon is too far away
and forever is too short.

Del Cano 2004 October

"WE" Know Little Of Romance?

Some say we who have lived
in more than a decade or two
don't know about real love
like the youngsters seem to do .

Well, I've got something to say
 'bout the so called affection I see
Dancing, at least what there is
is even a long ways from me.

I can't believe one can feel
an iota of joy without a touch.
Her hand on my shoulder
in a dance, enhances it so much.

The thrill of a long stare
as her eyes are fixed on my face
the songs dangle us thru history
as we sway in revelry and grace.

Looking at her beaming
hair fixed just for my thrill
our moves are slower now
but so tantelizing still.

Cheerfully in silver-leafed years
sharing our history as we dance
how in hell can youngsters feel
"WE" know little of romance?

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

 

Seems Like The 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 October

 

Symphony Of The Heart

I sit in the quite of my den
poor ole moon gleams bright
thru the blinds as stars glitter
their rays light up the night.

The feel of the aura
takes my mind to you
riding back on the waves
you introduced me to.

Like ten thousand violins
strumming at the same time
That symphony, titled "Your Heart"
is a favorite sound of mine.

The tune plays on lovingly
as I work on thru the night.
Surrounded in love's refrain
the music, soothing delight.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

 

 

My Weakness For You

I have jumped from a plane
into a firefight in the war.
Floated down  a raging river
neither of those left this scar.

I have escaped from tornados
outrun a bear's hungry pursuit
but nothing compares to the pain
when you gave me the boot.

Not even being shipwrecked
nor a crumbling building's fall
compares to the way I felt
as you said, "Spencer, thats all."

The sudden onslaught of hurt
which gripped me like a vise
knocked me way off balance
with you being cold as ice.

I wished to run aimlessly
shout and cry to the hilt.
Feelings of abandonment
nearly killed what was built.

My weakness for you
outweighs the biggest pain
though sorrow still touches
maybe proving I'm insane.

I don't care bout the thought
nor the down the road outcome.
Today, right now, I need you
love me, hold me, give me some.

Make me no promises
say nothing I need to hear.
Just hold me, touch me, "lie"
please whisper in my ear.

If it sounds like mud
so be it my dear lady.
My cravings for you
are clear, nothing shady.

I don't have an answer
and at this time don't care.
Just let me massage you
let my fingers in your hair.

Just let me touch you
so my body gets to quiver.
The longing is beyond words
for the lovin you deliver.

Let me be your love slave
I'll crawl up to your door.
Treat me with disdain
I'll crave more and more.

Thoughts of losing "all" of you
beyond what my mind could take.
Sacrificing my heart is small
in comparison, for heavens sake.

Sure, will be rocky sometimes
and I know I ought to be first
in watching out for trouble
but I can't get over this thirst.

What am I saying for you to hear?
Please don't take away all of you
at least allow me some bits of joy
before you do whatever you do.

If you must leave me alone
do it gradually sort of slip by slip.
So I will have time to disengage
from needing your mouth, your lip.

Need some time in the decline
to gradually turn the churning
down, down and reduce the fire
to stop and dab out the burning.

Do you hear what I am saying?
My weakness is just too great
to let you go just now and run
too used to the power you satiate.

I cannot my self believe the words
they are from deep within my heart.
This point don't care what I've heard
just can't stand for us to part.

I inhale you in each breath
taste you every time I eat.
Thoughts bout lovin you
thrill me from head to my feet.

I see you in my shower
as we bathe in loving bliss.
Am smothered in my dreams
making heaven less than this.

Walking round the house
you pop up in my sight.
Reach to touch you yet
fail though try as I might.

Crazy? Out of sorts?
Does it matter in reality?
Woman, can't you tell by now
I need you in its totality?

You, an expanse of passion
a blessing got bestowed
out weighs proper reasoning
to hell with who knows.

Can I make it any clearer
I still want you today, now?
Got enough room for love
to bury the crap with the plow.

Sure there are questions
they pop up all the time.
Wonder with whom you shared us
who spread that hurtful grime.

Even as I warned you
of those who would try
to kill our love and destroy
the gleaming in your eye.

Still you fell for the bull
without even speaking to me
Went all the way ape
before reality could see.

I forgive you the terror
you stuck into my soul
long as I've a piece of you
my love will not grow cold.

Del Cano 2004 October 14

 

 

 

 

 

The Keepin Kind

She put laughter
where tears used to be.
Gave me faith to love
and put trust back in me.

She spun my world round
made the good side show.
Taught me to stand up
to use everything I know.

She put joy in my heart
let me set a new goal
planted love deep inside
gave hope a leading role.

So anything you say
bout this woman of mine
simply trash to me...
she's the keeping kind.

Del Cano 2004 October 14

 

 

 

 

Bringing Joy

Its so hard to place in words
but I'll try to make a choice
passion and joy are my swords
they both give "JOY" a voice.

I intend to drench you as a bath
to make your mind dance and twirl
forget your pain, grin and laugh
I want to bring JOY to your world.

DelCano 2004

A Pair of Verses

A Flower In My Life

Perhaps I should call you bud
a blooming which keeps coming
A gifted garden's passion glow
a touch which goes to numbing.
 
You never fail to open brightly
blossoms of sweet tonal fife.
Your garden's fruit is outstanding
it has become "A Flower in My Life".

Del Cano 2004 September 

 

Always So Amazed

I am always amazed

even after all this time

you continue to thrill

this ole heart of mine.

Strength gains power

need becomes my will

wanton lustful thought

continue with its' thrill.

I Stand In Awe

Scratching my head in awe
at the depth of her sensuality.
Lustful realms beyond sense
kept me wild in misty revelry.

She grasped my heart
nestled deeply in my soul.
Tied me up in her aura
cast a mighty lovin mold.

Draped me in her lust
presented salacious streams.
Tongued painted desires
till my body went to screams.

Like a pied piper leading
I followed for every please.
The idea of touching her
brought quivers to my knees.

My days were a fog
anticipating her desires.
Thoughts of her lovin
ignited raging fires.

Her kiss blew circuits
shocking like electricity.
Willingly, I delved in
yes, I share complicity.

Nothing made sense
tossed reason to the wind.
The rhythm of her waves
drew me again and again.

The power of her lust
beyond any I ever saw.
Explosive vibrations
rubbed the fella raw.

Not one real thought
might it be recompense?
Compensation in being blind
to what made no sense.

Faintly I recall the night
her sensual fragrance lead
to the fusing of our bodies.
My soul screamed and bled.

The power of her thrill
tossed out every block.
Even leading me to lose
the keys to safety's lock.

Spoke all I needed to hear
filled my  begging plight.
Standing in mystifide awe
heart still not quite right.

Tears dribbling on my cheeks
jaw locked as to what to say.
She told me she had to stop
couldn't love me that way.

I stand in awe at her words
they helped sow the lovin seeds
yet now she speaks of reasons
she changed the locks and keys.

In fact slammed the door
with little more than a nod.
Said friends warned her bout me
that I had a traveling rod.

I stand in awe at the ending
awash in this painful haze.
Scratching my head in confusion
babbling and so amazed.

I reached and touched
seared by her lustful desire.
Yet, now I stand alone
body still aflame, on fire.

Stepping in circles at work
bumping into walls at home.
Traumatized by her meaning
thinking my soul would roam.

Attempts at balance
in the bin called waste.
A futile exercise cause
I still long for her taste.

May not make sense
just can't shake her claw.
So I stand here, alone
mind stunned and in awe.

Del Cano 2004 October13
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Was Naughty Last Night

I was so naughty last night
and took such a sensual trip
when  sneaked into the room
not a flench as I kissed your lips.

Not one move from you
till my tongue began to lick
tracing the curve of your thigh
deliberately slowly with each flick.

You stirred, though hesitantly
and reacted to my tongue
tried to seem and act blase'
knowing that you were hung.

As I moved on up your thigh
you began to move so slow
when the moisture touched
you started to really go.

Your denial started to fade
begun  responding vigoriously
wrapped your arms about me
while moaning so seriously.

As my tongue found its mark
your fever grew to heat
your body reacted sensuously
tingled from head to your feet.

All your doubts disappeared
responded to the lustful touch
then your body started pulsating
cravings, you needed so much.

I was so naughty last night
taking you way past your line
but every thrust along the way
proved luscious and so fine.

We made love feverishly
damn the denials of the heart
exploding time and again
pushing out the painful part.

All the reasoning and thoughts
which said "no" to the very act
From my naughtiness last night
"we' both knew I'd be back.

Del Cano 2004 October 10

Her Sensual River

Her sensuality washes
over me as a river
bathes and rinses me
till I shake and quiver

anticipation drives
my senses to a spasm
till her touch closes
the yearning chasm

panting feverishly
overcomes my breath
anestisizes senses
as if I was taking meth

she knows every spot
targets my very soul
no matter the situation
she's thrilling and bold

all I need again today
to be bathed in her lust
her ravishing river of joy
washing me till I bust.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

I'm In Love With A Married Woman

I know what you are thinking
don't blame you too much
He's done it, huh? Been sneaking
out looking for that magic touch.

Well, I'm at a point I don't care
let the world look at me strange
All you thinking the worst of me
that he's gone and made a change.

I'm in love with a married lady
can't help myself; she's a wow!
Thrills me more than I can say
touches so loving even now.

I am so enthralled by her
keeps me wrapped up all the time
While some of the world pouts
could really care less than a dime.

Even when I'm not around
my thoughts are filled with her.
Each  moment she is near
causes many a tingling stir.

Suppose its time I come clean
relieve some of the stress and strife.
Yes, I am in love with a married woman
that sweet lady happens to be my wife.

Del Cano 2004 October

(Inspired by Leroy Boy's Poem of the same title)

 

 

 

Feels So Right

Let us hang together
in the moon lit dust of joy.
A sort of dangling around
the type of love we employ.

Let us continue to be
so sensitive to the theme
of merriment and laughter
dashing towards our dream.

Be us so outstanding
yet softly to the touch
even the tiniest of a creature
gets noticed from us.

Love sketches on a canvass
details bubble over in delight.
This tenderness of heart, shared
must be blessed to feel so right.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

Dealing With Life

As you question how life works

The days keep clicking on by

It matters not your contribution

In the end you’ll surely die.

 

So why not live it to the highest

And put your mark on it each day

Whether you live good or bad

We all end up the same way.

 

We must work to help us live

And  then go out and play a bit

But if we stand on the sidelines

You have nothing to show of it.

 

When adversity engulfs you

Don’t give up from the pain

When you think it may be over

Just make a new start again.

 

As you live and make plans

There’s happiness and some strife

But you cannot quit and give up

For you must face the nature of life.

 

Del Cano 2003  March 6 

 

You Are MY Sunshine

There's the sun shining by day
that ole moon glowing at night
but your song, that special love
is what keeps my world bright.

Got nothing gainst the moon
nor the sun's sparkling rays
but with your abundant love
I know there're joyful days.

Like the twinkling stars
shining again and again
your love and you
is my sun even in the rain.

The heavenly bodies, Ok!
Yet, to satisfy this heart of mine
all it takes is you, my love
cause you are "My" sunshine.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

Cold Sweat

I tossed and turned
fidgeted most of the night
couldn't clear my mind
try as hard as I might.  

The thought of you
at the top of my senses
driving erotic winds
sleeplessness, the expenses.  

When I did doze
with not one regret
I awoke in a tremble
shaking, a cold sweat.  

Visions of you lovingly
staring into my eyes
but a murmer to a speech
my god, how you hypnotize.  

I can't shake it or hide
from the thrill of your being
hope its not just a mirage
a foggy haze I am seeing.  

What ever you are
not complete just yet
my longing for you
keeps me in a Cold Sweat.  

Del Cano 2004 October

What Doth The Hither Say

what doth the hither say
when speaking to the quick
do the embers tickle
and act as the wick.

what doth the hither say
when visited by a lick
might it tell the tongue
to continue with a flick.

oh, how the hither swells
and gourge so wonderfully
each time a conversation
is attempted by me.

me thinks the hither
might be a bell for sure
it doth ding a ling, a ring
as I arrive at the door.

within the hither's hoard
silent satiant passions lay
all verbage be but wasted
I know what the hither say.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

 

 

 

 

You And Your Garden

You and your garden
have teamed up on me
blushing erotic scents
bloom so radiantly.

Blossom scents
winking at my face
calling out to me
inviting me to grace.

You and your garden
form an exotic team
to enibriate my senses
least thats how it seems.

My defenses, all gone
as the fragrance rise
and wafts strikingly
it only mystifies.

Yes, the  lovely plot
betwix  ample thighs
sort of a Garden of Joy
serving to mesmerize.

You and your garden
offers up a treasure.
Working as a team
nothing but pleasure.

Del Cano 2004 September 28

 

 

 

A Delightful Trip Indeed

Ah, they wonder where I go
when I leave presence of here.
Step away from the now
wallow in thoughts quite dear.

I take trips of joy and glee
restoring balance to the soul.
Each foray, a jewel in its self
as a chalice of the finest gold.

Ssshhh, don't tell everyone
jealousy tends to overwhelm
My mini vacation, sensuality
with her firmly at the helm.

See, as I touch her neck
and run my fingers south
the juices all start to flow
completely fill my mouth.

Thumbs face to face
fingers spread in a wing
feathery touches glide
skin quivers, start to sing.

By now she starts to moan
goosebumps rise and shine
repeated slips on the slope
like skiing down her spine.

We tingle in marked unison
sweat pouring from the brow.
Though my senses be enibriated
I must continue somehow.

This being a joint venture
in sharing the sparkling flame.
The fury of a lustful touch
is like fire; just the very same.

Think you get the picture
I need not be more detailed
Suffice it to say we share trips
on giant ocean waves we do sail.

I get the oddest looks at work
as I gear back up to top speed
and I smile so devilishly.
Took a delightful trip indeed.

Del Cano 2004 October