From flirtation to fuck, things went normally,
Later that night, though, more stormily.
Maybe the booze.
His fault? Hers? Who knows whose,
When, as yet, they still hadn’t met formally?
Tag: booze
Modern ethos
She smokes dope, she’s a bit of a boozer,
But not, like, a regular user.
She hangs mostly with guys;
They root sometimes. Surprise!
Just for fun. She’s not some kind of loser!
Happy hour
There are more girls who root than you think,
Sometimes just for the price of a drink!
But don’t come on too strong,
(The booze doesn’t take long),
And keep watch for that special slow wink.
User-friendly
She’s promiscuous, wild and a boozer,
Some call her a slut and a loser.
She says “Fuck ’em all!
Life’s too short; have a ball!
Fuck your friends! Be a friend to your user!”
Wild woman
She behaved in a manner that bordered
On decadent, wicked, disordered;
Booze, drugs, orgies too,
With complete strangers, who
When not rooting her, laughed and applauded!
Fourth decade blues
You could call it the fourth decade blues
After work, travel, boyfriends and booze,
Women start to think, maybe,
It’s time for a baby,
And don’t give a flying fuck whose.
Giving head
When Salome let slip her last veil,
Drunk Herod, a red-blooded male,
Said “Fuck! That was great!
Here’s John’s head on a plate!”
Sex and booze, women know, never fail.
Dishevelment
Stockings torn, hair and clothing dishevelled,
She drunkenly, merrily revelled,
Cavorted half-nude,
In ways wanton and lewd,
By booze, sex and the music bedevilled.
No regrets
She regretted not one thing she’d done;
It was thrilling, outrageous and fun!
Crazy sex, drugs and booze…
One should never refuse!
One was only young once, wasn’t one?
The long kiss goodnight
Though she said that she wasn’t that kind,
Hormones, booze and bravado combined,
(Though she did try her best),
When he fondled her breast,
To determine she didn’t much mind.