All the wine made poor Emily groggy:
She giggled, her knickers grew soggy.
She went for some air,
And though rather unfair,
She was fucked by some bloke, a-la-doggy.
Tag: wine
The rat race
A nice dinner, good wine, he was witty,
But forced himself on her; a pity.
Still, mostly convivial,
Damage just trivial.
Just part of life in the city!
Bottom line
A nice dinner, a pretty good wine;
When he asked for a fuck, she said “Fine,
Just the usual way?
For a bondage scene, say,
I’d expect an enhanced bottom line.”
Paddling in the gene puddle
It began with a kiss and a cuddle.
Her feelings were all in a muddle;
The things that he said,
The wine gone to her head
Served her thoughts all the more to befuddle!
Between dinner and breakfast
She stands up, drains her wine to the dregs;
Semen dribbles and runs down her legs.
She scoops some to her lips;
Undulating her hips,
She says “Yum! Good with just-scrambled eggs!”
Garden of earthly delights
In this garden of earthly delights
So much titillates, thrills and excites;
Beer, wine, food, new ways
To have sex all one’s days,
And still kinkier ways all one’s nights!
Not very gallant
He escorted her home from the gala,
The concert by young Mister Mahler.
She’d drunk too much wine…
The unscrupulous swine
Fucked her senseless, poor thing, in the parlour!
A muddle
She had got herself into a muddle:
A kiss and an innocent cuddle,
A couple of wines,
And his well-practised lines
Served her mind only more to befuddle!
Questions
He’d selected a nice place to dine;
His first question was “Beer or wine?”
Then things went on okay,
So what else would he say,
But “A nightcap then? Your place or mine?”
Just dessert
She was innocent, young and deluded;
Her big night came with breakfast included…
Wine gone to her head;
She wound up in his bed,
Soon deflowered, deceived and denuded.