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The warming of the spirit

“Let me make you another rum toddy,”
He said. She thought “This isn’t shoddy…
Nice house… One more drink…”
She was starting to think
She might let him make use of her body.

Impunity

Being raped was, of course, quite concerning,
She mused, bosom heaving, cheeks burning…
But what could she do?
He’d deny it she knew…
She’d survived, the damn world was still turning.

It goes with the job

She’s just paid to wash dishes and sweep,
Has an attic cot, upstairs to sleep,
A dumb slut, he thought, still,
He could root her at will,
And at maid’s wages, awfully cheap!

The help

Naked, out in the sun, reading, basking,
One hand on her cunt, multi-tasking…
The young pool-boy (Sam?)
Offered “Help you there, ma’am?”
“No,” she murmured. “But thank you for asking.”

In praise of younger men

“Just a ruffian, reckless and young,
But by God! So stupendously hung!”
She thought, smiling. “Damn hell!
Never been fucked so well!
And that marvellous uncivil tongue!”

Debonair

He was handsome and tall, debonair…
The poor lassie, she hadn’t a prayer!
He seduced her, of course,
Swept her up on his horse,
Took her off to his sordid damn lair!

Poor Agnes

On her wedding night, poor Agnes wept.
The whole day had been lovely, except…
When, at last, they’d undressed,
Though he did do his best,
The damn man was bloody inept!

Vanity

The damn man was so vain and conceited!
He’d taken her in, lied and cheated!
“A big cock… my arse!”
She thought. “What a damn farce!”
Well, that’s one fuck that won’t be repeated.

Predicament

She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”