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!
Tag: spiked drink
Overkill
“What the fuck? My damn vodka was spiked!”
She exclaimed. ” I was totally psyched…
Just the booze was enough…
I’d have let him be rough,
Fuck me any damn way that he liked!”
Like-minded
He was just thinking when he should strike;
She looked drowsy. He’d put in the spike.
The room started to spin…
“So,” she said, with a grin,
“It would seem that great minds think alike!”