Bound so tight with your silken love
tends to excite that wild beast within.
The dark of a crow and light of a dove.
This collaboration I’m eager to begin,
you leave me breathless and sweating.
I fall hard for that overtly masculine grin.
Your wet growl leaves me anticipating,
it echoes the tempo that haunts me.
Don’t say this is a game we’re playing.
Our version of forte hanky-panky,
you can’t cover this song acoustically.
A sweet young bank teller named Doris
Had a crush on her co-worker, Boris.
But one day while at work
The young clerk went berserk
When she caught Boris banging the manager, Morris.
Doris' secret admirer, Dan Danson,
Was swarthy, tall, and roguishly handsome.
But the next day while at work,
This clerk, too, went berserk,
Took an ATM hostage and held it for ransom.
Dan was embarrassed, didn't want to be caught,
And was going to shut himself up in the vault,
But Boris told him to run,
While Morris called 9-1-1,
And Doris flatly declared that it wasn't her fault.
When the S.W.A.T. team arrived on the scene,
They found everything calm and serene.
Boris told the S.W.A.T. captain that Dan
Had taken both Doris and Morris' van
And fled with the cash from the money machine.
Doris' version, when caught, was more exculpatory
And dripping with details more lurid than gory.
She'd plotted with Dan to create this diversion
To rescue her from that den of perversion,
And now Boris, and Morris, and Doris, and Dan
Are suing each other for the rights to the story.
Waves slapping me all over my body
rocked by the riptide of your embrace;
Rough and tumble hanky panky,
there is nothing left to chase.
I'm feeling prickly
better not cuddle tonight
I'm not feeling right
you got a headache?
no, just a little bit pooped
better not prick me
No Hanky Panky
tonight? Maybe just a peck
then ? what do you say ?
wanna play ?
Essential for a happy life is love and hanky panky
Nothing else comes close, well maybe boozing quite frankly
I may seem obsessed
As you might have guessed
Love those cute fillies dressed oh so quite scantily
Essential for a happy life is love and hanky panky
Nothing else comes close, well maybe boozing quite frankly
I may seem obsessed
As you might have guessed
Love those cute fillies dressed oh so scantily
a rustling of leaves
faerie magic underfoot
hanky elf swanky
Essential for a happy life is love and hanky panky
Nothing else comes close, well maybe boozing quite frankly
I may seem obsessed
As you've probably guessed
Love those cute fillies dressed oh so quite scantily
Essential for a happy life is love and hanky panky
Nothing comes close, well maybe boozing quite frankly
I may seem obsessed
As you've probably guessed
Love those cute fillies dressed quite scantily
I was pretty cranky when my spanky new bike was janky.
The frame was too short for my body, too tall and lanky.
The tires too fat, too hard to push up boggy maintain trails.
The deal I got clearly a lemon janky, all wrapped in hanky-panky.
The bike looked so nice out of the box, its chrome frame so glint and shiny.
The first sign of trouble was rust on the chain, which made me angry.
Squirts of oil needed on chain and axles, to make pedaling smooth.
Front and rear nuts needed tightening, else wheel retention was dicey.
I set off for ride, bike all fixed up and ship-shaped I hoped,
but the brakes did not work when handle grips I groped,
Disaster averted, just in nick of time, by dragging my feet on ground.
The handle bars were loose, the seat too nippy on bum, but some how I coped.
Back home from first ride, mad as hell, I swore I would return the heap of junk,
I found the guarantee and read the fine print, but my hopes were sunk
when I read that the bike could only be returned to get full refund,if never ridden!
So I’m stuck with my Jekyll janky skunk of a bike, deal a flunk, ego shrunk.
Ah-choo!
Bless you!
Hanky?
Thank ye,
Got cold?
Blow nose...
Feel hot,
To trot!
Drug store,
Buy more!
Return,
Discern,
Took swill,
Nyquill,
Hanky
Panky?
Health crap,
Strength sap!
Hear snore,
Night bore,
Long sleep,
No reap,
No luck,
Gave up,
Frankly,
cranky,
Cold dour…
Shower.
1-28-17
JANKY HANKY PANKY
If I had an experience JANKY
would I need a bib or a hanky
would I have to say “Oh, Thank ye”
to a lady I paid just to spank me
or would I be regaled
with mutton and ales
as crusty old goats
told seagoing tales
perhaps I would weep
in a tall castle keep
awaiting a knight
to wake me from my sleep
Or, maybe, if I’m a bit JANKY
I’m just a little bit cranky
and don’t have time for the nonsense
of the slap, tickle, and pinch
But then, if the meaning is sated
I’ll be undressed and elated
but after service for four
I’ll be locking the door
for age as it passes
leaves memory flashes
a time without such “Hanky Panky”
just give me my “bobba and blanky”
John G. Lawless
9/14/2016
Essential for a happy life, is love, money, and hanky panky
Nothing even comes close, hmmm perhaps a l'il boozing quite frankly
I may seem obsessed
As you've probably guessed
As well as some cute young fillies dressed quite scantily
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dear Lord, I feel roxy!
I am on the move!
No need for a proxy,
Let me enjoy the groove.
Hey you! Looking swanky!
It turns out you could do
Good deal hanky-panky.
Come closer - I won't sue.
Lets hanky panky, kooshy koo,
Rising stiff, stripe it down, draw
the line, endorse it in delight, I
know you will, pour on the
wine, and six-shoot it slowly,in
tasted, dripped the tongue,
Locking licked lips,coated,As the
cougar counter clocks, it wisely
turning up the heat, steamed fog
hits the sheets, bursting
extremely desired,between one
another, we play, Do it here,
Do it there, where the best of
the best head comes from A
thug! I am yours, Take me now....
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