She’d had sex with someone, she suspected,
Or vaguely, next day, recollected…
If so, was it nice?
Did she come? Once? Or twice?
She recalled, though, she hadn’t objected!
Tag: drunk
Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!
Backstage Blues
She sang blues in a voice sad and soulful;
Her faint smile was crooked and doleful.
Drunk, still feeling low,
Backstage, after the show,
The piano-man gave her a holeful.
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Tired and emotional
When she drinks, she gets maudlin and weepy,
And lonely, and horny, and sleepy.
She has a good cry,
Then has sex with some guy;
When she comes, she cries more! Kinda creepy!
The icing on the cake
She’d had too many whiskies, she feared.
She’d lost her clothes too, it appeared.
And what was this goo,
Trickling out of her too,
On her tits and her face, caked and smeared?
Need to know basis
She’d had too much to drink, you might guess;
A kiss led to a fevered caress.
It was great sex, no doubt,
But she never found out
The guy’s name, let alone his address!
Identity crisis
She’d committed a tactical blunder;
Had too much to drink, so small wonder,
Now, back at his place,
Tipsy, nude, face to face,
She was not certain whom she was under!
Crowd -pleaser
“Had a big night! Pics later,” she posted.
“Got drunk, got hooked up, got spit-roasted!
A third guy to baste.
Not a hole gone to waste!
They all said I was great, too,” she boasted.
Wishing away childhood
She can’t wait to be old and grown up;
Adults pretty much have it sewn up.
They can stay out all night
And get drunk, fuck and fight,
And nobody can make them own up!