Cold as charity

One must do what one can for the poor,
Said his lordship. Say, take that young whore…
One might give her some trade…
She gets fucked, she gets paid…
That she’s so young, of course, we deplore!

Toy

She lay spreadeagled, nude, while he toyed
With her cunt, which she rather enjoyed,
But was somewhat absurd…
She’d have sort of preferred
He just fuck her, and felt, well, annoyed.

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.