One Sassy Girl, Two Lucky guys!

Well my oh my, would you look at this place? Mr. C has quite the distinguished digs! Since he invited me to visit for a guest post, I decided to make myself at home. Mix a little drink, show myself around and sniff out his infamous cologne collection. 


By way of introduction, I'm a girl who gets drunk at times. And when the drunken juices get flowin', other things get flowin', too. A few glasses of wine color me a bright shade of horny. The other night was no exception, but since there was no sex to be had - a sad, sad state of affairs - I turned poet. And where better to share hornball poetry than on the stage of the fabulously provocative Mr. Condescending?


Now that we're properly acquainted by a too-much-information-much-too-early-on-introduction, I'll be off to dig through his underwear drawer while you enjoy a pathetic attempt at supplementing poetry for sex.


Drunken Poetry 
by One Sassy Girl
 

Now I lay me down to sleep,
To conjure dreamy boys to keep.
When out of nowhere, two appear!
One touches there, one tickles here.


Quickly sleep is sent away
So tossing and turning can come to play.
Pillows are tossed and covers kicked,
So bodies can meet and positions picked.


Warm and cozy was this spot
That now is steaming, sweating hot.
Making bare the only way to be,
So bit by bit that's what they'll see.


One strap, two strap, there it goes!
Silk nightie drops down to my toes
And kicked it gets, from where we lay
Down to the floor, it shall stay.


For I'll not need it anymore,
as we're a party that won't soon bore
of playing out each fantasy
that stars a nearly naked me. 
 
One boy, two boy, touches and pulls,
Just like a teddy bear between two bulls,
I'm torn from which to kiss and hold,
The only choice is to be told.


And so I wait, they'll lead the way,
To places unknown and fantasies to play.
They stroke, they tease, they nip and toy,
I reach and grab and cry for joy.


Soaring higher, we reach new heights,
With kisses, nuzzles and love bites.
I play along, some give, some take,
'til on the verge we peak... and I awake.



And now that you're all steamed up, go to Hot Piece of Sass.com and see what Mr. C has to say about all forms of s-e-x.