Stoic

She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.

Funk

Despite all of her Mum’s and Dad’s yelling,
The strong funk of sex they were smelling,
The threats, talk of sin,
She just said with a grin,
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling!”

The boost

A good spit, so the drag was reduced,
Pushing off of the bed-head to boost
Length and strength of his thrust…
When he’d worked off his lust,
God! She knew she’d been thoroughly juiced!