Tired Old Tea Party

Some days
I long for the party
you know the one
a few drinks
a bit of spliff
experiments in fashion
morals left
at the coat check
to be redeemed
when the buzz has worn off
and the last shots of cum
have hit their targets.

There is boredom
in being proper
and it never seems the same
at these tea parties.

No one sneaks off
for a light fingering
in the hallway
or shows off in
newly acquired stockings.

Conversation and English tea
is all these gatherings offer
and sometimes
I just want to let loose.

Someone needs to invent
something for us sober people
to add a little thrill
and allow us
this one indulgence.