Hands tremble with each touch 
sort of like a halting kind of feel.
Nerves stand on end from the thought
could you, may you actually be real.
 
Mind wavers from sensual flares
you send up to the skies.
Then send winks down to me 
awakening these tired eyes.
 
You have a way, your way 
of whipping my senses to a pulp
leaving me but speechless 
with nothing left but a gulp.
 
It is so unbelievable 
I actually see my fantasy alive 
not relegated to mere dreams 
but show up in writes and thrive.
 
Your words feel like a stream 
warm, comforting and tender. 
Always caressing me fully 
like nothing else might render. 
 
So thrilled to share with you 
as if the wonders are now eight.
I get so passionate in your midst
like an orgasm which fully satiates.
 
Hands tremble when I wish 
only to feel your presence.
Just like a youngster might act
when hormones show in adolesence.
 
You fill my empty space 
overwhelm my lonely spot.
Whatever it is you have 
I want every bit you've got.
 
Del Cano 2006 June
 
6.26.2006
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3 comments:
Sigh...Oh Spencer...I love your twirling of words and all the senses!
Nice to see you my friend!
oh, my, Spencer...that is just grand, just....grand.
This was a very heart touching, cold shower poem. Bravo!!
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