Tweak

She was left quite unable to speak…
He walked up, gave her nipples a tweak!
Well, she’d not worn a bra,
But that’s going too far!
And it hurt too! By golly, what cheek!

Snap snap!

She stripped down to her black, lacy teddy,
Unfastened the snaps and said “Ready!
Can’t wait to tell Mom
You’re my date for the prom…
So… does this mean we’re like… going steady!

White magic

The poor guy, his life must have been hell…
Fallen under the young witch’s spell…
His cock always erect,
Ridden hard, I expect…
Maybe not so bad, though, truth to tell!

Dilemma

He or she (hard to say still which gender)
Made love to her, gentle and tender…
More hotly they kissed…
Should she struggle, resist…
Or just open herself and surrender?

Faux pas

When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!

All for love

The poor girl, still completely besotted,
Lay naked, his spent semen clotted
On belly, on thighs,
On her chin and her eyes…
“Well,” she thought, “that’s my copybook blotted!”