By libidinous frenzy bedevilled,
In men’s lustful longings she revelled,
Like real-life porn!
She’d arrive home at dawn,
Panties lost, tipsy, giggling, dishevelled.
Author: pete
The age of chivalry
Kings and princes had no need of dating;
The dozens of ladies-in-waiting,
Nice upper-class tarts,
Bless their monarchist hearts,
Were all pretty much there for the mating!
Presumption of innocence
She was grown-up enough, he presumed,
For that fate to which soon she was doomed…
“Worse than death”, as they say!
If asked, what would she say?
Better not! His caresses resumed.
Love-birds
On her porch, they would kiss and canoodle,
She’d fondle his kit and caboodle!
In all kinds of weathers
He’d ruffle her feathers;
She’d coo, while she played yankee-doodle!
Dangerous liaison
His hot breath on her cheek, in the gloom!
Aftershave? Musky, spicy perfume.
A strong hand squeezed her breast!
She reached back and caressed
The uncircumcised cock, but of whom?
Whatever the market will bear
Though, of course, some may think it extreme,
(The cane strikes; a nice guttural scream!)
She’s so very well paid,
Welts and bruises soon fade,
And it helps him to let off some steam.
Thy rod and thy staff
While she chanted the twenty-third psalm,
Her bare arse felt the sting of the palm
Of the priest. With each slap
Something stirred in his lap,
To her ever-increasing alarm!
Ridiculous notion
She perused his hard, glistening shaft,
Sized it up, rolled her eyes, and she laughed!
“Put that thing in my what?
I should think bloody not!
Damn! A woman would have to be daft!
The fish in the sea
Cupcake-breasted, petite, elfin-faced?
Or more earthy, tits down to her waist?
Does she need to be wooed?
Is she sluttish and crude?
In the end, it all comes down to taste!
Opportunity and motive
The alleged rape, milord, is plain fiction,
The handcuffs, the gag, the restriction
Of movement and speech,
Just a game, played by each;
All good fun! Not the stuff for conviction!