Coming of age

The poor boy should have heeded Mum’s warning…
Scared out of his wits, the truth dawning…
An innocent kiss,
And it’s come now to this…
Somehow naked, her wet pussy yawning!

A lost cause

It’s not fucking, she told herself mentally.
What though, if, just accidentally,
(Was it a sin?)
His cock somehow slipped in?
(As it would, in fact, do, incrementally!)

The big time

It was scary, quite blood-chilling, clearly.
Worse than rape. Killing her nearly!
Hung like a horse!
She’d survive it, of course,
And, in fact, found it quite thrilling, really!

Over it

When she rooted these days, she perspired.
She’d come, but it just made her tired.
She’d lost her allure,
Her clients were fewer…
About time, she thought, to retire!

Curly one

They were equally up for it, thus
To have thrown the guy under a bus!
She’d enjoyed the fuck, right?
Didn’t put up a fight…
How on earth was it rape then? Discuss.

In his dreams

The young girl down the road he’d been grooming,
(His fixation, quite all-consuming)…
Her smile. How she smelt…
Soon she’d know how he felt,
When he fucked her at last (just assuming).