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?
Tag: drunk
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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!
The demon, drink
Well, so much for good sense and respect!
Being drunk, what else might she expect?
She did things with some men
She was powerless, then
To prevent, or next day, recollect!
Not very gallant
He escorted her home from the gala,
The concert by young Mister Mahler.
She’d drunk too much wine…
The unscrupulous swine
Fucked her senseless, poor thing, in the parlour!
A bird in the hand
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.
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!