Pink Sink

She was on the rebound Under several influences When she mentioned how She’ll get over that one By getting beneath the next I thought “This could be fun!” I wasn’t just parched, I was desiccated When I looked around There was no competition Wondered if the gun’s In firing condition? When you really need a drink More than pornographic ink You quaff at the next Proffered pink sink. Before we embraced, I protested piously “You want to use my thirst To mask a male memory?” Our lust became pearls Strung on strings of plenty. When I really needed drink More than pornographic ink I took a deep draught From her wet, pink sink. With our discard on demand Mutual understanding There’s no tangled feelings To make us cry or shout. Not that she’s just any girl Some pearls are worth stringing-out. When I need another drink More than pornographic ink I’ll look her up online Give her the pink sink wink.