She’s a bit of a drunk, and a trollop.
Her right fist, if irked, packs a wallop!
She gives awesome head…
When you get her in bed,
You’ll be coming, cross-eyed, by the dollop!
Tag: drunk
Apostate
Having long given up God and Jesus,
She pretty much does as she pleases;
Goes out, gets a skinful,
Enjoys being sinful,
Laughs off threats of social diseases.
Hens party
It’s my last chance, she said with a smile.
Not forever, but shit! For a while!
I’ll get drunk, root all night,
Then I’ll dress up in white
In the morning, and walk down the aisle.
Below his station
Pretty, drunk and half naked, eyes glassy,
A slut, he supposed, cheap and brassy,
But still… what damn luck!
So he gave her a fuck,
In the lane out the back. Pretty classy!
Suggestibility
She was game enough, (fucking excluded),
But, once drunk, was swiftly denuded,
And rooted, what’s more,
Hot to trot, once she saw,
When he dropped his pants, what then protruded!
In vino veritas
She woke, naked, and covered with goo,
Squirted, splattered by goodness knows who,
On a damp, smelly bed,
Squishy pussy, sore head,
And thought “God! What on earth did I do?”
Life’s a bitch
After five or six beers, she’s groggy…
And randy! Her knickers are soggy!
Next thing she knows, she’s
On her hands and her knees,
Being rooted by somebody, doggy!
Woman’s best friend
The whole night was a blur, just a fog.
She conceded she’d had too much grog,
Which might help explain how
She’s just woken up now,
Naked, snuggled up next to her dog!
What?
“Look”, she said. “It was wrong, but so what?
I was drunk. I was horny, why not?
He’s your best mate, I know,
And I should have said no…
At the time though, I sort of forgot!”
By a process of deduction
She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”