Well, of course the girl’s drunk (and still drinking)…
Not hard to guess, though, what she’s thinking…
The way that she sits…
And she’s flashing her tits,
Blowing kisses and giggling and winking.
Tag: drunk
Fate worse than death
Dressed up nice for the dance, her first date…
Had a few drinks… some more… whoops! Too late!
Out the back, throwing up…
Part of just growing up…
Being rooted like that… it’s just fate.
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!
Besties
It had been just a mild, drunken frolic…
She’s not a complete alcoholic!
A bit of a fling,
Just a fuck, no big thing,
With her bestie… like… kinda symbolic!
Who dares wins
When her turn came around, she chose DARE.
“Fuck the guy on your left.” What? Right there?
On the couch? On the floor?
While they cheered, what’s more?
She was drunk enough, though, not to care.
A formidable woman
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!
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!