She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.
Tag: drunk
Mission accomplished
She was drunk, half-undressed, a bit groggy,
And horny! Her panties were soggy!
Then they too were gone,
And a bit later on
She was rooted, it seems, though it’s foggy.
The American bar scene
She went out to a bar and got drunk;
The last thing she recalled was a “clunk”.
She woke up, half-undressed,
As the unwilling guest
Of some pervert, tied up in his trunk!
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
Not a good relationship
She’d had too much to drink, and felt sleepy;
They’d argued, she went to bed, weepy.
He followed her, though,
And still rooted her! So…
Mean… sort of… and weird and creepy.
Self-sufficiency
Bossy doormen, drunk men and high prices,
She’s over them! Now it suffices
To surf porn online,
With a bottle of wine,
Left, by choice, to her own sweet devices!
Morning mystery
When he asked, she said “Don’t be absurd!”
(She’d, at first, thought she must have misheard).
So they chatted and drank;
She was later quite blank,
As to how, when and where it occurred!
Ticklish situation
She’d had too much to drink, and got prickly.
“I guess you want sex,” she said thickly.
“Alright, if you must.”
Her voice dripped with disgust…
“Go ahead, but just get it done quickly.”
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.
Scotch courage
She’d had too much to drink, I suspect,
Which had had the desired effect;
She just sipped at her scotch
While I fondled her crotch,
Her tits too, since she didn’t object!