Seems like yesterday I recall the evening.
I had been at home you had been out drinking.
When you arrived at home from your night of fun.
You seemed a bit too horny and you smelled like rum.

After some flirting and teasing you got me into bed.
I slipped off your panties as I kissed your forehead.
You let out a moan as I slid up inside you.
A quite pleasant feeling no one else could argue.

Our breathing so hard as we continued our romp.
Something seemed amiss; something seemed so wrong.
No matter how hard and no matter how fast.
I pounded deep inside you nothing happened alas.

You were so very drunk so intoxicated.
You could not cum at all even if masturbated.
Always desperate to prove the macho man I am.
I fucked even harder I thought that I could win.

With my movements so rough, so intense with desire.
Surely, I thought the bed would catch on fire.
The bed began to squeak and shake back and forth.
It started to make sounds I had not heard before.

As we were deep in the throes of our love-making.
We did not realize that our poor bed was breaking.
When I finally reached the point of sweet release.
Our bed broke and fell with us deep in the sheets.

Having worked so hard, I could not let that stop me.
I couldn't help but finish the one thing that we started.