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Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Went to the local go-go to see what’s shaking,
Found me a hottie who was really quaking,
Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,
This young beauty was light on her feet,
Back arched, legs high in the air,
As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,
This young thing was really on fire,
So much energy, seemed she’d never tire,
She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,
Watching her was more than I could stand,
I then called over the cocktail waitress,
A hot looking babe in a tight mini-dress,
I said to her, ‘Get the lady a drink.’
Buying some time, I started to think,
This little dancer just looked so fine,
I had to walk over and throw her a line,
I see you’re a girl who likes to climb poles,
Well, I’m a guy who likes to fill holes,
If you’re a girl who likes to dance,
I got a pole hiding in my pants,
She got on my lap with that big behind,
Moving to the beat, she started to grind,
Working her body nice and slow,
The tent in my pants starting to grow,
I reached forward and grabbed her ****,
As she reached down and stroked my nut,
As I reached forward and stroked her thigh,
She glanced back and looked me in the eye,
She looked at me and called me ‘Honey.’
Pretty soon I had spent all my money,
I left the bar completely broke,
Had to go home and start to stroke,
But I’ll never forget that hot looking chick,
Who left me broke and stroking my ****.

03-27-10.
Not sure if this is really "explicit" but best err on the side of caution...just another little humorous ditty with ****** overtones...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Your passion burns so very deep,
Like secret dreams when you sleep,
The passion burns so deep inside,
Such deep desires that you hide,
What can I do, what can I say?
Let your passion come out and play.

Like a wild, caged up beast,
Your passions need to be released,
Will it take a kiss to your lips?
Or the gentle touch of my fingertips,
I want you in my arms to hold,
As your passions start to unfold.

You've hid your passion for too long,
Now in my arms is where you belong,
As we hold each other close and tight,
And enter into this passionate night,
Something that is so long overdue,
Time to release the passionate you.

03-29-10.
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Sounds of yelling from a row house blare,
No one hears, does anyone care?
The yelling soon turns into a fight,
But no one hears under darkness of night.

A teenage girl works the street,
Hoping to pay for something to eat,
She knows in her heart it just ain’t right,
But no one notices under darkness of night.

A young man sits on a bench all alone,
His clothes are all he can call his own,
He can’t find work and money is tight,
But no one sees under darkness of night.

So many people, so many fears,
So much sorrow, too many tears,
Happiness long ago gave way to plight,
But no one cares under darkness of night.

03-25-10.
Dark, but not too dark...
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
I went out to an Irish bar,
No big deal, it wasn't far,
To see if I could get a lay,
A little something for St. Patrick's day,
A spotted a fine lass drinking green beer,
So I leaned and whispered in her ear,
Something about how I liked her face,
And would she come back to my place,
She was so drunk she actually agreed,
To follow me home and fill my need,
I was so excited as we started to strip,
My head in a whirl, my mind starting to flip,
But when I saw her naked I started to blink,
Should I believe my eyes I started to think,
I stared at the strangest sight I have seen,
For St. Pat's she had dyed her hair green,
Though what she did seemed beyond belief,
I did end up that night having green teeth.

03-17-10.
Just a little *** and humor for St. Patrick's Day...I wrote this for my friends over on Lush Stories...I'm DirtyMartini over there, btw...:)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
You're truly a master at your craft,
The way you hold and stroke my shaft,
The way your tongue starts to glide,
Along my sensitive underside,
The way you look up with your big, dark eyes,
As your head is bobbing between my thighs,
The way you gently massage the tip,
With your soft tongue and lower lip,
Girl, you make me want to scream,
As you start to lap up all my cream,
Girl you make me want to cry,
As you **** my big member dry,
I don't want you to ever stop,
Till you lap up every single drop,
Girl, I'm glad it's you I know,
A girl who really knows how to blow.

12-27-09.
I would call this an ****** poem...sort of the companion to "Going Down Slow"...wouldn't you say?
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Of all the things we celebrate,
There is one very special date,
That special day when vows were said,
Our special day when we were wed.

Of you my love, I was so fond,
To want to start a lasting bond,
It was a sunny Saturday in May,
That day we call our special day.

I still recall your walk up the aisle,
As you gave to me a secret smile,
I could not help but feel so proud,
The luckiest man in the crowd.

As I stood and held your hand,
I really began to understand,
For when we two were joined as one,
A whole new life had just begun.

And when they said to kiss the bride,
I felt so very proud deep inside,
Knowing that we'd be sharing a life,
You and me as man and wife.

And looking back upon it all,
It's the good times I recall,
And if you asked me to do it again,
You'd just have to tell me when.

So now that it's our anniversary day,
There's just some words I'd like to say,
Everyday my love grows more and more,
Even more today than the day before.

And since I am so very blessed,
To be with the girl who is the best,
Once again I'd like to say,
Happy Anniversary Day.

03-03-10.
The eighth published 67Goat poem...Gary mentioned his upcoming anniversary in my story "****** Healing" which is my most popular short story, btw...and I just thought he needed a poem for his wife...:)
Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

Though it's cold outside, it's warm in here,
And the one I love I'm holding near,
Snow may fall but I don't mind the weather,
As long as you and I can be together,
The night is young and we've nowhere to go,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

We don't care about the winter storm,
Nestled with you, it's cozy and warm,
The storm may rage and the snow come down,
But as long as I've you to wrap my arms around,
The snow can fall and the four winds blow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

Later on we'll retire to our room,
Hoping to relieve our winter gloom,
Replacing the cold with our own little fire,
Of being with you I can never tire,
But as much as I set your passions aglow,
How much I love you, you'll never know.

03-02-10.
Looked out the window at the snow and wrote this...yeah, that simple...
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