Pretty face, a great arse…she’s blind drunk…
And her little short dress must have shrunk…
Showin’ plenty of skin,
One breast out, one breast in,
One more drink, and a fuck’s a slam dunk!
Tag: flashing tits
A gentleman
The train swayed; she was nodding and dozing,
Not knowing what she was exposing.
I did try my best
Not to stare at her breast,
Through the blouse she’d been careless in closing!
Con-text
She was kind of annoyed and perplexed…
A cute guy from her school sent a text,
And they flirted a bit,
Then he said “Show some tit…”
And she did, though she thought, “Fuck, what’s next?”
Audacity
She was braless, deep-cleavaged, unknickered,
Flirtatious, audacious, well liquored…
She flashed him her tits,
Her lubricious pink bits…
God! The girl was decidedly wicked!
Minx
She deserves what she gets, little minx,
Fucking flashing her titties, he thinks.
When he tries it on, though,
Cheeky bitch, she says no,
Even after he’s paid for her drinks!
Incentivisation
She suspected her drink had been laced,
From the look in his eye… and the taste…
So she giggled a bit,
Dropped a strap, bared her tit,
Lest the poor man’s good work go to waste!
Telepathy
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.
Not bashful
On reflection, she’d been a bit rash,
To have popped out her tits, done a flash!
The lads choked on their beers,
So, (clapping and cheers),
She’d bent down and showed them her gash!
Persuasion
Captain Armstrong was terribly dashing,
His uniform looked simply smashing,
Thought Claire, at the dance,
As she hoped that his glance
Had caught sight of the tit she was flashing!
Rum trifle
The bold hussy, not one who would stifle
The impulse, she gave him an eyeful!
The cut of her blouse,
Of course, meant to arouse
Any chap she chose, with whom to trifle!.