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This journal is a journey thru sensual and erotic prose and poetry. Specifically to explore the erotic thoughts we all have but sometimes have hidden or simply attempt to ignore for whatever reason. Feel free to share
some of your sensual secrets and/or dreams.
If you are apposed to explicit words then this journal is not for your eyes.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
12:34:10 PM EDT
Feeling Inspired

To Sate That Sexual Urge


She doesn't want me to see her
let my imagination stay in frame
how ever I have her pictured
just let it remain the same.

we did an erotic dance
made love to unite on the verge
brewed powerful images
to sate that sexual urge.

I called her to talk
was wrought with that desire
we got around to fondling
till we set anew the fire.

Wonder if she is hiding
not wanting me to see her face
or see her puffy knees
she may just think a disgrace.

My image sees ample thighs
a booty well worth the touch
legs I can outline easily
when I get them in my clutch. 

Our images might be different
from reality to what's in mind
but I have told her often
we've brewed what I had to find.

Wonder if she feels it
when my tongue starts to play
and slurps her cunt vigorously
as I pass on through the day.

I find myself a chuckling
in knowing not how she looks
but easily can picture her reading
her big pile of author's books.

I've even imagined myself
hiding beneath her desk
and swiping a slurp or two
as if it were burlesque.

I imagine her with glasses
concentrating on her reads
as I interrupt the job she does
starting from a flirting seed.

Now we both know the purpose
we need each other's share
keeping the yearn at the ready
fulfilling our sensual fair.

Del Cano 2008 July



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Monday, July 14, 2008
4:41:12 PM EDT
Feeling Cheerful

Booty Call


Got a real drive in me
go find that lady from the club.
She felt so damn good that night
need me another spicy rub.

She was good all over
sweet as sugar even in a sprawl.
Better give her a holla right now
could use another a booty call.

She told me not to worry
she'd come running with a nod.
No talking about personal stuff
just wanted to ride my rod.

She painted me with kisses
slurped me from head to toe.
Had me wishing she'd stay
and never need to go.

Thought it was a one nighter
never again to see her face.
Begged me to let her come back
to spend more time at my place.

Felt she was hiding something
when she refused to open up
but dove right on in the loving
bra baring at least a D cup.

She pounced on me with vigor
like a tiger who was hemmed in
saying she'd needed some loving
been so long it felt like a sin.

She wore me out in good time
held on as if to prevent my escape.
Had hair standing up on my body
chills fluttering all over my nape.

The woman was ready and able
burst through the blues so fast.
Had me fondling her like an artist
trying to make every stroke to last.

When she suddenly arose
said she had to make her run
but wanted us to pick back up
where this one night had begun.

All I knew was one name
but felt the bells when they rang.
I'll be satisfied with what she said
but I'll call her my Sweet Thang.

From rhythm n blues at the club
we had a night to keep in mind
and every time I think of her
I hear little bells start to chime.

Her scent still lingers
found an earring on the floor.
Goodness what a pleasure
she's got me craving for more.

Guess yawl know I'll do it again
looking forward to another ball.
Mercy mercy, give me that phone
time for another booty call.

Del Cano 2008 July
 

 



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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
3:21:02 PM EDT
Feeling Adventurous

Start To Cum


As if it were some stiff drinks
lets say lots of coke and rum
when writing with you in mind
I so easily start to cum.

As if you had touched me
in a provocative sort of way.
My emotions took on a fix
when I began writing today.

I saw you with that dress
both covering and on the floor.
I could feel the urge to partake
then desire wanted more.

Wanted to massage
those more than ample thighs
as I inhaled and breathed
all was a thrill to my eyes.

Just like some powerful drink
just got to have me some
which then stirs me greatly
till I surely start to cum.

Del Cano 2008 June



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Monday, June 16, 2008
10:50:23 AM EDT
Feeling Blissful

Was It Real


Is it real or just a fading thought? I always thought an idea in mind was real for I could not conceptualize an unreality or at least if I create it in mind it does exist.
 
After reviewing some comments about my poem I Saw A Sundress This Morn I allowed my mind to wander to you. You were standing near a potted plant by a window with your back to me wearing a bright colored sun dress which, though had fairly wide shoulder straps, still exposed saucy skin to my eyes. It was only a short trip from the initial view to a more torridly inviting situation.

Before I knew it I had approached you having my hands touching not only your back but fondling your breast as well. You seemed not willing to turn around which allowed me to continue fondling but found my hands cupping your rear end and groaning in a low tone in response to the feelings growing at a face pace.
 
It wasn't long before you had turned around and facing me took a firm hold of my now bulging penis and kissed me on the neck. Your other hand wandered over my body and your hips seem to began to slowly gyrate. Your response lead me to feel the answer was yes, you may proceed and I did. I reached under that dress to discover you had no panties on and found a moist pulsating bloom anxiously waiting to be probed.
 
I began fingering that lovely spot to our now unified rhythm of gyrations and became even more  bold in my desires. Raising that dress above your hips and leading you to the wall where I could press against you harder after a torrid bit of rearranging our positions my penis found its way inside of you and as I held firmly to your hips pounded relentlessly as if I had been craving you all my life. You did a marvelous job of squeezing me with your muscles and I could soon feel myself about to slip away to never never land emotionally. Somehow having one thigh raised and the other planted on the floor we fucked against that wall till both allowed a whimper of pleasure to escape our mouths in a marvelous release of pleasure. We slid together in a heap on the floor and just breathed hard from the sudden burst of panting and exercise.
 
Was it real or just some open imagination? If not why is it I can feel my hands on your ass and thighs and recall it as if it were on a tape? Such a marvelous and  erotic thought.


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Thursday, April 3, 2008
12:22:51 PM EDT
Feeling Mischievous

On the Way From A Nap


A funny thing happened
on the way back from a nap
A director stepped up waving
saying, "that's not quite a wrap".

You left too much hanging
go back and get a few more winks
you lied in that short sleep
and lying does nothing but stinks.

You know the part you missed
its the one you couldn't let go.
your mind fluttered constantly
the director is in the know.

Go back and call up the scene
the one where the love was fluid
where you pretended not to act
but she was there and really blew it.

You didn't do too bad yourself
while holding firm to her thigh
whose heat transfer was monstrous
and lust had you bout to fry.

How could you deny that scene
it seemed more than just an act
the furiousness of the loving
kept the cameras coming back.

All the sighing and moans
vigorous fingers romancing spots
tongues wagging uncontrollably
you two make love a lots.
 
Why waste such a wonderful take
go on back and finish up the nap
Then and only then should we say
Ok everybody, that's a wrap.

Del Cano 2008 February

 

 



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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
8:34:57 PM EDT
Feeling Mischievous

Desire Looms Heavily


Distant desire looms heavily
tho you stay out on my fringe
pictures of ravishing you
swing like a mental hinge.

Flaps of desire blow in the wind
tho never having touched you in real
Memories of desire floods over the dam
imaging us in loving pose even still.

Your acceptance of me dangles
or does it rub against your feelings
whichever reason you use
absence has kept me reeling.

Anna stepped up and posed for me
a scene I have played many times
your distance lingers in sensuousness
while images hold a perfect rhyme.

Let my fingers find every spot
as you rock us on my lap
adrenaline building and seeping
like a tree loaded with sap.

Let me kiss your neck
feel your breath on my face.
While my fingers research you
as my tongue ponders your taste.

Anna created the bouquet
an arrangement of lofty thrills
walked me thru the essence
till it felt like the top of hills.

My needs grow beyond fingers
reaching for your magic spot
tongue dipping from flavors imagined
of everything you've got.

I want you to fuck me
to take hold of my thang
then guide it to your blossom
making every bell go bang.

Sliding my tongue over you
erasing every doubt in miles
ignoring differences of thought
I want your erotic wilds.

Damn the distant steps
what has philosophy got to do.
When desire runs at such heights
just let me make love with you.

Del Cano 2008 March

 

 

 



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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
7:35:51 PM EST
Feeling Flirtatious

Need To Experience the Feel


Let my stumbling's come
allow me the privilege to trip
I don't care what they think
let me learn when I trip.

No, no, don't stop me
I need to experience the feel
when one has lost touch
then fades away for real.

She awakened a nerve
probed my inner soul
before I knew what happened
sharing grew quite bold.

I had to yearn again
to open up that keg
reach to touch all of her
from head down each leg.

I had to feel her breath
whispering on my face
and the dance I make
when finally got my taste.

No, don't you dare stop me
got to wallow as much as I wish
She peeled back the scabs
and became my favorite dish.

The slurping only confirmed
some of the needs I had hid.
When she kisses me I change
to an inexperienced kid.

I submit gladly to her
falling right down on my knees
Knowing with not any doubt
I count on her to please.

Del Cano 2008 February

 

 



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Friday, January 25, 2008
5:25:41 PM EST
Feeling Flirtatious

No One Else Came


How sad no one came to share
let your words linger and just hang.
I kept an eye on them all night
in my dreams there was a bang.

My mind was in a confused state
wishing more would read what you wrote
but my selfishness kicked in greatly
as if to surround you like a moat.

You see, every sensual emotion
was awakened from its heavy sleep
while sharing with you erotic plays
with our poundings so very deep.

Is it wrong to share a mystery
where one's sensuality spreads
letting the built up steam drive us
till we both are spinning in our heads?

Is it wrong to see a sharing
within the corridors of our minds
and write about the dream escapes
making love and bump and grinds.

Have I gone too far when I can see
my tongue tasting your passion's flavor
and I register each precious touch
till even pimples become my neighbor.

Tis sad no one else came to see
what has become as a picture show 
when nights become lonely and sad
and erotic senses need a place to go.

Knowing the power you have within
greases the vividness I so easily see
and drives my wants like a refrain
of a song filled with erotic memory.

I can stand up on a mountain side
naked to the whole world of sin
yet when I feel your passion's fever
its power erupts as if there is no end.

I can smell the aroma we make
it stirs senses like a giant spoon
and as you speak of dreams of love
mind begs that nightfall comes soon.

Every fiber of my body gets ready
my mind slips off into passion's abyss
All of me seems to get kind of stiff
and my tongue awaits each first kiss.

Let me say I wish more had read
but my selfishness, like a ripen plum
allows me to get over wrought with you
and before I know it I have already cum.

Del Cano 2008 January



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Monday, January 14, 2008
9:58:46 PM EST

Such a Treat


She is far more than a succulent treat
chocolaty morsel to melt in your mouth
each tasty lick a luscious endeavor
so easily keeping me down south.

Much more than just really nice
a breathtaking visual burst
and with every sensual move
count on it to bring on my thirst.

OK, lady, that part of you is right
I can mention the power in your head
the way you can keep my attention
with just about anything you said.

That, to me, makes it all better
a package I can say is complete
One part to soothe my mind
the rest, a damn good tasty treat.

Del Cano 2008 January

 



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Saturday, December 8, 2007
10:52:44 AM EST
Feeling Mischievous

Your Flavor


You always create a flavor
I have trouble telling what it is
but then I take a breath or sigh
in wondering could it be my biz.

There's a certain sultriness
you seem not able to control
but it gets to me everytime
you get on a writing role.

I sniff for the scent and flavors
you so easily send out my way
but constantly shake my head
in hesitation of what to say.

Damn you woman, stop
I mean go ahead....well
whatever I'm trying to say
seems to be stuck in my head.

Ok, Ok maybe I'll blurt it out
so the thought won't go to waste
Sometimes I fall on my face
wondering 'bout your taste.

Your scent of passion
seems so wild and free
reminding me of times past
thats the way I used to be.

But now I just take a peek
might even bite my lip
Can't help on occasion
wondering 'bout a sip.

Whatever lovely flavors rise
I can't help but enjoy the flow
and in my hesitation
I just had to let you know.

Del Cano 2007 December

Your love is candy sweet. I got the munchies for your love.



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