The girl’s skirt’s altogether too short;
Her breasts lack any means of support.
Has she no thought, or dread,
In her pretty young head,
Of the risk with which such dress is fraught?
Month: June 2013
Forethought
She’d hoped not, but the poor girl was caught,
Since her skirt was a hand’s-breadth too short.
She’d thought “Who’d know, or care
About no underwear?
If I wear it or not?” Well, she ought!
Persuasion
Though she’d put up a bit of a fight,
He’d undressed her, well almost, not quite.
She was down on the floor,
When he asked her once more,
And she said “Oh shit, fuck it! Alright.”
Speaking in tongues
She’d been licked, and she liked how it felt;
She knew, too, how cocks tasted and smelt.
Cunnilingus she knew,
And fellatio too,
Though she didn’t know how they were spelt.
Faint heart, fair lady
Here eyes rolled, she proceeded to faint…
He, perhaps should have shown more restraint…
But one breast was exposed,
And “Why not?” he supposed.
He’d be gone before any complaint!
Carried over the threshold
Just the semblance remained of normality.
Marriage, love, sex, the totality,
All said and done,
Just rolled on, once begun!
Being fucked was a mere formality!