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Thursday, July 17, 2008
7:36:07 PM EDT
Feeling Cheerful
R & B Slow Dance
Just as the band left for a break
the DJ played R & B to be kind.
Bobby Womach in the background
familiar words dangling in mind.
A trip to the bar raised eyebrows
the lady smiled from ear to ear.
Spinning in her seat like a prize
anticipating my getting near.
Those wet lips looked tasty
as I perused her mellow tones
feeling instant rush of excitement
reaching way down to my bones.
We both knew words had to come
not wanting to miss this chance.
Extended my hand out to her
as she whispered, can we dance.
Like a gentleman will, held her hand
while my eyes took in her sights.
Walking just behind her to the spot
we ended up out of the lights.
Now Johnnie Taylor was in a croon
she draped her hand on my arm
and as we two-stepped slowly
could feel that rising charm.
Suddenly she was closer to me
holding me tighter as we moved.
Nothing but music between us
as we slipped off in our groove.
Said she'd been watching me
chatting moving round the room.
Hoping we'd have an encounter
if not she was leaving soon.
Her radiating jasmine and roses
scents which make me weak
engulfed my senses totally
till I found it hard to speak.
Bodies moving in unison
any couple is known to reach
that point of ecstatic revelry
as the music starts to preach.
Al Green changed the song
slowed movement to a crawl.
Holding me even tighter
whispering I'm having a ball.
Silence between us had no affect
our bodies had a damn good talk.
Deep off into our very own groove
wondered if I could later walk.
We, in almost motionless pose
bumping and grinding in our stance.
Holding tightly each others mass
hard to call what we did a dance.
Felt her tongue at my ear
followed by moans and long sighs.
We'd reached that certain pentacle
seeing the known glazing of her eyes.
She said, baby, please
can we get outta this joint.
To hell with the band and DJ
got a need and special want.
While staring at each other
standing close face to face.
I hurriedly went and paid the tab
and got the hell outta that place.
Del Cano 2008 July
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Monday, July 7, 2008
8:54:07 PM EDT
Feeling Blissful
May As Well Stop Kidding Myself
May as well stop kidding myself
cause you know just as well as I
my mind lingers on you like dessert
apple or cream filled banana pie.
I can't help but relate you
to something quite good to eat.
When I feast my eyes on you
I see a saucy sugary treat.
Might as well stop this crap
and face up to what I'm feeling.
Get all out of balance with you
when you're near I'm reeling.
What's the use in trying to delay
need to take action this minute.
There's a charge of emotions brewing
not one reason not to jump in it.
Why did you allow me to wait
with us both stirring up this storm.
No not a sky full of dark clouds
hugging, embracing you in my arms.
Let's bring this stand off to a halt
allow this erotic crave to show its face.
Can't wait to feel you, caress you
most of all can't wait for my taste.
Del Cano 2008 June
12:23 PM 06/20
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
5:57:57 PM EDT
Feeling Confident
Thanks For Nothing
Thanks for nothing
our talk was barely more than a waste
you told me you had no idea why I hurt
showing disdain and apathy to my face.
Certain aloofness you show
almost like one acting in a play
denying you did anything wrong
and you have nothing to say.
Telling me there was nothing
that you had to address
meant you totally ignored
what had me in utter duress.
How low can one reach
while claiming love is there
but somehow has no idea
what it is I've begged to share.
I have come to the conclusion
you dump so much in a pit
so you can close the door
and never have to deal with it.
There is no way you can
possibly make me believe
you have no idea why I hurt
or feel this constant grieve.
If that is what you honestly
want me to understand
then you must be telling
I'm just another crazy man.
Not after over and over pointing out
how you treat me with disrespect
The only conclusion I can draw
is that is purposeful neglect.
You are a full grown woman
in no way a budding child.
Yet, you can look me in the eye
and spew words of such revile.
Games baby, you deny you play
you'd rather make me believe
it must be in my mind the crap
or its some sort of pet peeve.
Uh, uh no more of this mess
my feelings are more than dust
and I will not allow you to continue
treating me as if had turned to rust.
The time is now, dear lady
join me in making this union real
or call it quits all together today
painful emotions will not be concealed.
Thanks for nothing
our talk was barely more than a waste
you told me you had no idea why I hurt
showing disdain and apathy to my face.
Del Cano 2008 June
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Tuesday, June 3, 2008
10:20:05 AM EDT
Feeling Enthralled
It Is I
It is I who lurks near
stumbling from indecision
wanting to touch while
you're in my line of vision.
It is I who lingers in the corner
with a wanting yearn.
Yes, that was my breath
you felt as if it could burn.
It is I who comes just so close
you can feel the energy rise
as I lean in to see the depth
I imagine in your eyes.
It is I who takes a regular trip
over the hills and valleys of your bod
craving the heat to be created
as we share an explosive rod.
Yes, it's me creeping in your dreams
awakening you with a start
tingling and erupting volcanic pulses
causing a racing in our hearts.
One day I shall come to view
bold, alive and real to the touch
bringing with me the explosiveness
I've been craving far too much.
Del Cano 2008 June
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
9:27:54 PM EDT
Feeling Sad
A Part of Me Died Yesterday
Yesterday I laughed a lot
then cried and cried alone.
I loved deeply and devotedly
for she loved me as her own.
Within myself have I retreated
the pain too much to bare.
No one can ever really know
the sorrows hidden there.
Morning dawn erased the night
braced myself to face the day.
Realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday
Thoughts of her do a dance
maybe I stop and reflect too long
but whenever I have done that
can hear so clearly our song.
What is it I'm supposed to do?
I'm learning each step along the way
A very slow walk as you must know
seldom knowing what I need to say.
A visitor or even a phone call
makes me stumble in some way
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.
Packing clothes or other things
that labor of love I can feel
Each break from the chores
reminds me I love her still.
Often the house seems empty
I walk around as if trying to see
if more than her spirit is lingering
with her reaching out to me.
Birds called me awake this morn
on the porch to hear what they say
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.
Del Cano 2008 April
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
3:20:17 PM EDT
Feeling Happy
Its Coming Soon
The yard seems to quietly beg
for me to tend its spring hair
though the calendar marked the day
winter still lingers in the air.
The sun came out of the shadows
today as if it tried to be warm
Planting in my mind the tasks
when spring holds me in arm.
Rakes, hoes, shovels, the tools
for the season's coming need.
I can hear the snowball tree's buds
calling out to the sun in a plead.
All this feels as if nature is late
in bringing on its patterned stage.
Storms, signs of water on the ground
winter is slow to turn the page.
But I know it is really near
as I lean on this push broom
can feel the vibes all moving
spring is coming real soon.
Del Cano 2008 April
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
9:01:05 PM EDT
About Her
Its been nearly twenty five years
almost to the very day we met.
Heaven's doors swung open widely
sending her with love's caring net.
Never before had I known
love as freely as she could give
nor until she came along
had life been so easy to live.
Heaven spilled it's soul that day
knowing I needed her with me
and ever since that time love
opened wider so I could see.
My love was an encourager
believing nothing could get in our way.
Once we jointly decided a goal
love exploded into each day.
She was a light touching many
reached even when hands were closed.
Raising to the surface heaven's soul
least that's what I always supposed.
For years, though suffering
she kept her spirits quite high
and shined her light brightly
as if it beamed up in the sky.
No one could have loved me more
bringing blessings with such power.
Most measure by the years
ours moved with every hour.
Today was the opening of a new season
her blossoms reminded me it was spring.
And as I kissed her "So Long", for now
couldn't help but hear the song we sing.
This morning heaven's doors opened again
waving her right back from where she came.
Though life will go on with thoughts of her
living without her will never, ever be the same.
My love, Judy, died at 9:17 this morning, March 20.
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Saturday, March 15, 2008
6:10:33 PM EDT
Feeling Mischievous
Stop That's Enough
Woke up with a fleeting thought
you saying," stop, that's enough".
Had my mind reeling in confusion
could I have been a bit too rough?
As clarity began to appear
my night became a clear view.
Somehow I just couldn't recall
when it was I made love to you.
That is a wild thought
how could I not know.
Sex to me is always vivid
can never be just so and so.
My confusion started to clear
you had said, " that's enough."
It was you saying stop it, now
talking about sex is tough.
Del Cano 2008 March
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Saturday, March 1, 2008
6:31:01 PM EST
Nothing But to Respond
As I get chills from even
the thought
I can feel her fingertips
skiing down my back.
My spine sending out alerts.
My neck and shoulders flutter
can feel the rippling affect slide
all the way to my toes which
curl in an uncontrollable way.
When she embraces me I quake
as if an eruption was about to occur
and I can see the thrill of it all
as if lava was flowing red hot.
My body has no control at all
when in the magic of her kiss
and sensuality screams in a torrid
full bodied enveloped exhale.
I am left with nothing
but to respond,
but to try to inhale all of her in
a single breath.
To take in ever fiber of her
which performs a dance
of delight on my nerves.
Invites my every sense
to open to the spilling.
Nothing, I mean nothing
has such a total affect
on my being.
as her touch.
Nothing raises my desire
as much as her kiss.
Nothing causes such
a robust response
as her eyes do when
begging me to take the
lead in our sail off
to Ecstasy.
Del Cano 2008 March
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Monday, February 18, 2008
10:02:57 AM EST
Feeling Mischievous
Your Waves Caressed Me
Mind rustling in the tid bits
even opening up for a knew look
Is it a calling to one's soul
or pages of a secret book.
Felt the fluttering waves
its the stimuli you've sent
In the middle of midnight sun
you called me to get bent.
Darkness hovered the night
silence from all other source
My whispered words calling
as cracks arise in my voice.
Your waves caressing me
those whispers reaching a peak
I tossed and turned in utter need
my body could not be meek.
I opened my eyes to a vision
you sitting at the edge of the bed.
That smile bringing in the sun
and all that light began to spread.
The tidbits became a united scene
your body reached out to all of me
Before I could see it coming
I floated off in ecstasy.
Del Cano 2008 February
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