INEBRIATION TO COPULATION (or, FROM BACCHUS TO VENUS)

There's something about drinking do's when taken to excess,  
That make the hormones come to fore, propositioned say "yes!"    
Men turn to strutting tom cats, women become "up for it",    
Hands stray on backs and down to thighs and even on a tit.    
 
The music they may dance to may stimulate carnal thought,
In the spell of seductive lyrics the senses are caught.
Add into this plenty of drink, the minds cast off restraint,
To venture into territory of sinner from saint.
 
How easily the drinks go down - and women's knickers too -    
And places soon resound with moans and claims of "I love you!"    
Some make love in alleys or bushes not far from the bars;    
Others repair to bedrooms, or make out, way back, in cars.    
     
Evidence gets left behind in used condoms on the street,    
Or even the odd lost knicker pair where things got indiscreet.  
In early days that follow the boastful tell out abroad  
To workmates or friends that were not there, "I've pulled!" or "I scored!"  
   
Those disappointed might lament, "They couldn't get it up;  
I might well have gone to a farm to get served by a tup!"  
While others, more regretful of their promiscuity,  
Go to be checked for pregnancy or for an S.T.D.