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