I imagine
Clumsy kisses
And sloppy makeouts
If you were here.
We'd stumble to the bed
A single mass of flesh and cloth
And fumble around
For minutes.
We'd soon pull together
Via a team effort
Allow two to join as one.
Our teeth would probably hit
My lips wild run down your face.
Your motions would make me queasy.
Soon enough you'd explode
Or ooze out
(I've yet to see what alcohol consumption
Does to ***** production )
And inch out
Clumsy smile on your face.
And we'd both pass out
In a heap of drunken comfort.