The young sailor chap lugged in her trunk…
She’d had bon voyage drinks… was quite drunk…
And she squeezed his cute arse,
Saying “Lovely… first class!
Care to join me and try out the bunk?”
Tag: drunk
Swoon
Drunk and stoned, she fell into a swoon,
And he thought, well now, that’s opportune,
As he hitched up her dress…
Yep, I’ll fuck her, I guess…
Hard and fast, like. She might wake up soon
Subtotal recall
She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
Unaccountable
Drunk or drugged… or amnesia perhaps…
(Such convenient memory gaps!)
Was it rape, as she said,
When discovered in bed,
Or a puzzling, if brief moral lapse?
The boyfriend
“Gang bang Saturday night” said the text…
She was naked, drunk, rather perplexed…
As another guy came…
Someone said “What’s her name?”
And her boyfriend said “Okay, who’s next?”
In a word
“Well,” she thought. “That’s me fucked, in a word…”
A bit drunk, things a little bit blurred…
Naked… How was that so?
(She’d in fact never know)
And his cock, chock-a-block… how absurd!
A big night
Sick, hungover, a bit muddle-headed…
She’d gone out, got drunk and been bedded…
She’d got home somehow…
When she pissed, she yelped “Ow!”
Yep, her pussy was pretty much shredded!
One whore town
A saloon whore in some one horse town,
Half drunk, tits hanging out of her gown,
Her job mainly to fuck
Any guy with a buck,
Be he black, white, red, yellow or brown.
The edge
What a night! Fucking close to the edge!
She looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge…
No more gang bangs, she thought.
God! A damn woman ought
To give all this shit up, take the pledge!
Worse
When he got drunk, he’d roar and he’d curse,
Call her slut, lazy cunt, and things worse,
Then he’d drag her to bed
Not to fuck, but instead,
To do other things, strange and perverse!