Took You To Bed With Me

Carried you to bed with me
at least in my vivid mind.
Allowed a free for all with you
my favorite keeping kind.
 
Matters not what goes on
in my life or in yours.
You send out beads of love
as if you had sensual spores.
 
I took you to bed with me
last night when I laid me down.
And I must tell you, woman,
you still wear a lover's crown.
 
You, in your own special way,
create the best of feelings.
Washing me in your passion
being sure to keep me reeling.
 
I took you to bed with me
no need to explain the details.
Suffice it to say my pleasure rose
with my heart in its lustful wails.
 
You are the only one
who can satiate my need
and I beg of you to remain
you, that is my feeble plead.
 
Del Cano 2006 August
 

A Virtual Trip

We took a virtual trip

was supposed to go fish

but all the fun we had

was much more than this.

 

Splashing water like kids

running hand in hand

Along the lakes edge

we got barefoot in the sand.

 

Played just like teens

like at a carnival booth

hair down in total freedom

a rebirth from our youth.

 

You, your precious smile

splashed me and ran

out of breath couple

reliving it over again.

 

You brought a virtual canoe

we paddle round the lake

soothing ripples in the water

softens our personal ache.

 

Just enjoying the outing

as I stare at your every move.

your sultry pouty pose

sure to get me in the groove.

 

Pinching myself to feel

if this is simply virtual stuff

or did we pass thru a diminsion

to make sure we got enough.

 

Come on grab your poles

I almost can't seem to wait

meet me nearby the lake

you know you are the bait.

 

Virtual might be as far

as we can both take this

I am sure we need another trip

so we can try to catch a fish.

 

Del Cano 2006 July

 

 

 

 

Nighttime Brings On Whispers

Night time brings on whispers
soft as a southern raindrop
Dripping words of passion
each night brings a new crop.
 
Like a star shooting
across the soft night sky
Each word has as an aim
to please the watching eye.
 
Some words send kisses
to smooch awaiting lips
Sweet as honey dew melon
they carry lover's scripts.
 
Over miles and mountains
deserts and river's bend
Each with a special message
from lover to lover we send.
 
Not one shall be a waste
let their meaning arise
and spark another conversation
to be seen by my lovers eyes.
 
Del Cano 2006 July

Come Now From That Place

 

Come now from that place

the one which hides your face.

I see you plainly within my heart

but just too long since your depart.

 

Far too many words ago

you slipped from here to fro

Left me dangling like a branch

a limb broken with circumstance.

 

Nothing I say seems to work

thinking perhaps I am a jerk.

But all that put back and aside

miss your voice and sensual ride.

 

Come now from that place

the one which hides your face.

Share with me minute simplicities

asking not for certain specificities.

 

Is it that hard for us to share

even when souls are not bare.

Perhaps the weather might be

a topic to write about, you and me.

 

I heard your word's explanation

still rendering me in your fascination.

But...am I so difficult to speak to

cause I am enamored with you.

 

Come now  from that place

the one which hides your face

and freely give up a tiny part

once again to tingle my heart.

 

Like a sparce dinner break

food without spice, goodness sake

yet we gather at the table's seat

with neither of us a chance to eat.

 

You dangled such lovely fare

then slid on off to hide somewhere

Just as I settled in for the duration

seems you only felt a summation.

 

Woman, bring your self back

knowing its you I suffer in lack.

Stop that hiding of your face

come now from that hidden place.

 

Del Cano 2006 July 

She Is My Ocean Breeze

Just like an ocean breeze
she breathes life into me.
Like the view from a mountain top
she strikes enchantingly.

Always such a pleasant aura
she is like incense to my soul
A steady dose of lust and
passion which never gets old.

She makes my senses dance
always such a pure delight.
Thrills me throughout the day
and will wake me in the night.

I shudder from the smallest touch
get chills when she caresses me
She is like my ocean breeze
and I love her reverently.

Del Cano 2006 July
 
 

 

Loving You Is Real

I just want a touch

need as much as a feel

like the air I breathe

needing you is real.

 

The idea is striking

reasons, pure pleasure

you wallow in my mind

at work and at leisure.

 

I so easily can envision

the two of us as a pair

sailing off to Poetic Bliss

nary another soul there.

 

Riding from star to star

laying blissfully on a cloud

Sharing touches of passion

senses pulsing loud.

 

What a luminant sight

sun reflecting off our sweat

Bodies christened in lust

volcanoes not erupting yet.

 

Each little vibration

races thru all the sky

as I soak in your passions

kiss the twinkle in your eye.

 

Nothing but a fever

you always leave me in

loving you is pure heaven

delicious like its sin.

 

Exhaling this pleasant sigh

stuffing you deep in my soul

massaging all my neurons

gleaming as if  were gold.

 

I just want a touch

need as little as a feel

like the air I breathe

loving you is so real.

 

Del Cano 2006 July

 

 

Suppose I Say, "I Love You"

Suppose I say," I love you"
would it change the way we are
or allow us to continue
as the twins upon a star.

Suppose I continue
to say, "you are adored"
count you among the gifts
I keep in my private store.

Even if I never say it
I want you to be aware
You are so damn special
you may count on me to care.

When you write your words
in that sweet poetic voice
I find myself enamored greatly
without a fleeting choice.

The way you massage me
wrap me in your written arms
I settle in the deepest calm
and radiance from your charms.

There is none more special
I allow to share a piece of me
who can touch my soul
oh, so wonderfully.

So, if I say, "I love you"
it found a way to the top
I am asking you to write more
and don't you ever stop.

Del Cano 2006 July