Endlessly Keeps Me Wooing

Exposure to her brings excitement
matters not what she might be doing.
Her presence is but a powerful spark
endlessly keeps me wooing.

Her movements are like poetry
they stir up every sensual gland
and I fall off the edge of reality
everytime she calls me her man.

That woman is magic to me
letting me know I am who she wants.
The steam she generates in my body
saturates veins and all my joints.

Words do no justice to the feelings
she causes to rage within my soul.
I can find no pleasures to compare
when my hands touch her body and stroll.

When that woman kisses me
and our tongues entangle in a dance
nothing , I mean nothing is more powerful
than the need to continue the romance.

I have never yearned as much
nor craved to this high a degree.
The simplest of her actions bring fire
even just brushing close to me.

While the whole world is rolling on
or all maybe preparing for a storm
my senses are looking forward to her
in how she holds me in her arms.

Her scent is intoxicating
breeds smoldering sweltering heat.
Her aura takes over all my emotions
from my head to the bottom of my feet.

I scream within for each touch
fingertips pulse with desire.
My tongue begs for her taste
as passion rises even higher.

I grow weak within the abyss
we call our private lover's lair
and my senses go wildly mad
when touched by a stain of her hair.

She is pure excitement to me
ecstasy in an explosive cloud.
Loving her is no less than heaven
why I am screaming it out loud.

She attracts me in every way
matters not what she is doing.
I crave her presence at all times
she endlessly keeps me wooing.

Del Cano 2006 November