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