Bottle half empty, beads of sweat glisten across the forehead
of a troubled man
The drink has him in this sedated state of rest, as he
drunkenly
tries to put his hands on my breast
not quite coherent my self  
Liquor enhanced my lustful state of mind
So I flash his vision blurred eyes
staggering to a corner to kiss
Bacardi laced lips, I raised my skirt
Not quite Sober
Warm lips caress what's hidden
I squat down too scared to moan
He takes another swig of the bottle and bathes
the ****, I shiver in excitement
As he unveils his ****
Not quite Sober !