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

Night Time 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 lovers eyes.

Del Cano 2006 July

Peeping In A Mirror

Reading you is like seeing a mirror
one from deep in my mind's eye
A reflection of the world I keep hid
thou you feel like a lover's spy.

Never far from the real truth
the one which flutters on the edge
as I tip toe round the opening
seems you are nearby on the ledge.

Only thing I regret in the knowing
you were not there at first to share
but now all I need is to inhale
and you appear right from thin air.

I thank my lucky stars for you
for every bit of joy you bring
while I am forever fluttering inside
my heart does dance and sing.

Del Cano 2006 June

A Toast To You

Bubbling like a seltzer
dribbling over cubes of ice.
The joy you bring to me
a lot better than nice.

Words I let be exposed
actually are but a soft touch
Tho my soul really craves
to wallow in your clutch.

Like vapors drenching me
from breaths inhaled quite deep.
A fantasy of sort from dreams
I wish I were able to keep.

I'll treasure you like champaign
holding a fluted toasted kiss.
Letting you know your value
making heaven less than this.

Del Cano 2006 June

We Made Love While Writing

We made love while writing
between the spaces of a line.
Passion found us as creation rose
sparking lust lovely and devine.

We wallowed within those words
as each caressed tenderly and nice.
No less an explosive union
like lovers get once or twice.

We made precious love
in the body of a writer's word
with effervescent pinings
like none you've ever heard.

While writing in poetic song
we fell into ecstatic bliss
In the middle of the poem
we shared a lovers kiss.

No part of our hearts
nor even any bits of soul
could evade the rumblings
we thought had grown cold.

We made passionate love
sealed tightly with a kiss
making sure even heaven
seems a lot less than this.

Del Cano 2006 June

Sensual and Erotic Poetic Tarts: Imagined

Sensual and Erotic Poetic Tarts: Imagined

Pardon My Glowing

Pardon my glowing, please
its the radiance of your touch.
I rise up to the high road
in the lavender of your clutch.

I seem able to drift
to stars in the skies
from the shadows cast
by the blink of your eyes.

Pardon my glowing, dear
can't help but offer a smile.
As your eyes glance my way
then linger for a while.

My universe spins
on an axis of love with you
like the way dawn softly
lifts the morning dew.

Pardon my glowing, love
as I sparkle from your rays
which seems able to keep me
wallowing thru all my days.

Like chocolate melts
when exposed to heat
My emotions run full blast
whenever we chance to meet.

Oh, my dear one,
want you in the full knowing
that you are responsible
for this bright radiant glowing.

Del Cano 2006 June