I don’t mind if a girl likes her booze:
She’s less likely, when asked, to refuse.
She might give you fellatio,
There, on the patio.
Nice. But watch out if she spews!
Tag: drunk
Crazy Annie
Crazy Annie should never touch booze:
Just one drink, and her cunt starts to ooze:
Given half a glass more,
She’ll be down on the floor,
Being fucked by the fellows, in twos!
Sweating the little stuff
Having scoffed down too much gin and tonic,
She waxed, in a word, histrionic,
And made much ado
About one little screw
That was meant to be simply platonic!
Booze
After one or two glasses of booze,
Miss Virginia’s loins start to ooze:
She proclaims she wants cock
And as hard as a rock,
And she doesn’t mind very much whose!
Unfetterred
To the juice of the grape much indebted…
She’s sprawled, languid, access unfettered…
Her pussy lips smile,
His to have for a while,
As he licks them, to get them well wetted.
Best forgotten
Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
Risk / benefit analysis
Having plied her with plenty of whisky,
She’s groggy, though still fairly frisky…
She wants it, yeah? Right?
Though she may kick and bite…
Maybe trying a fuck might be risky.
The wall
It was funny… she couldn’t recall…
Was he good looking, plain, short or tall?
She was drunk, it was dark,
In some sort of a park,
Her tits pressed up against a brick wall.
A hair of the dog
So, she’d had a big night on the grog…
Her recall of it mostly a fog…
Then, a sobering shock…
She remembered a cock…
On the end of a bloody great dog!
Funky
She woke up in a bit of a funk…
Serves me right, she thought, getting so drunk…
Make-up smeared, sore head,
On the floor, not in bed…
And my cunt full of some bastard’s gunk!