Roses and Drought

My garden suffered from drought
too much sun for their luscious bloom.
So sad to walk thru the roses
just too much sadness and gloom.

So I went to the florist
bought her a long stem red rose.
included a note from me
"I love you, don't you suppose."

She smiled that lighted ray
thanked me sweetly and grinned.
Kissed me and whispered
think you will do it again?

Last week I sent her 3 roses
one of each of color she adores.
They made her cheery and thankful
like lounging on island shores.

Today I sent a dozen mixed roses
all in a crystal glass vase.
A jester telling her I still care
love the beam it brings to her face.

Too much going on to tend
to the flowers, especially the roses.
But a bloom now and again
tickles the senses thru the noses.

They are so special to her
inspires me to write and act.
Now I look forward to next year
unless the drought is coming back.

Del Cano 2006 August

You Might Not Conceive

You have no idea the flavor
I see and taste from you.
When I let my mind wander
you are there thru and thru.

You might not conceive
how the want of you can last.
Like a chocolate eclair
or wine in a crystal glass.

You have no idea the limits
you take my mind's array
or how much we share within
thru the hours of the day.

I wear you like a crown
my sweet and sultry Queen
for all the passions visited
the most I've ever seen.

You strike chords galore
and smile me a bright day.
While forever drifts on along
I hold you special in my way.

Often you are but a sigh
a delicious dream come true.
While my life meanders on
it always includes you.

Del Cano 2006 August

You Are Calling Me

Your lips are calling me
to taste your special flavor
As I consider your neck
more of you to savor.

Your arms are calling me
for your marvelous embrace
as I watch that sultry grin
spread cross your face.

Your thighs are calling me
a potent gripping force
to squeeze and caress
and pulsate, but of course.

Your legs are calling me
as sensual as I have seen.
A lustful sort of come on
for me to dive between.

You, my sultry lady,
are calling me to you
visions of ultra pleasures
with all you wish to do.

Del Cano 2006 August

It Must Be How You Are

I have loved before
and offered up my star
but not like I do you
it must be how you are.

I crave me some you
lust to the highest power.
A longing increasing
every minute, every hour.

Your presence is a gift
or more like it is a prize.
You so entangle my senses
with just the blink of your eyes.

I sleep with you in mind
body remains aware.
It lies in a pointed state
as if you were there.

Can feel you caress me
hold me close up and tight
and with the way you love me
I crave you both day and night.

Can't take the simplest action
without having you in mind.
As my thoughts wallow on you
see you as a fine aged wine.

Want to always touch you
hands to fondle, fingers caress.
Starting any place I can reach
then head for the rest.

You feed my normal heat
drive my body to insane.
Its a wonder I don't pass out
when you simply call my name.

Baby, I loathe when we are apart
soul begs for you with a mighty yearn.
The slightest of a thought
keeps me in a sultry burn.

I want you and need you
like I never wanted before.
And I must let you know this
there's love for you in store.

I have loved before
and offered up my star
but not like I do you
it must be how you are.

Del Cano 2006 August

If I Don't Make It to Heaven

If I don't make it to heaven
I've been graced by what you do
I've already had my blessings
with the time I've spent with you.

If I don't cross those pearlie gates
I have no reason to complain
The years I've shared with you
no less a soothing Spring Rain.

If I fail to make it to heaven
I have plenty to tell the folk
I've been in my earthly oasis
in bearing your loving yoke.

If I don't make it to heaven
I still will pass a happy man.
hoping to stay in your presence
forever, if I can.

It won't rock my world
if heaven locks its door
cause loving you, to me
has got to be a lot more.

Del Cano 2006 August

A Chance Meeting

A chance meeting from time to time
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.

I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru a stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.

A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.

An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.

Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.

Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.

Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.

Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.

All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.

I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.

Del Cano 2006 August