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!
Tag: drunk
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!
Rude awakening
She thought “Jesus, I must have been drunk!”
When she woke up in bed with some punk.
He was hairy and gross,
Snuggled up way too close,
And her cunt was still full of his gunk!
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?
Friends
When a man and a woman are friends,
If they fuck or not mostly depends
On how horny they are,
And how drunk, and how far
They imagine that friendship extends.