First she thought he was taking the mickey,
His saying he fancied a quickie.
He did mean it though,
She found out, cheeks aglow,
And her panties all soggy and sticky!
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The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.
Yearning
Though consumed with libidinous yearning,
Poor girl, she at least, though, was learning
To say no at first,
The fuck (postponed at worst)
All the better for being discerning.
Crossing the line
Around fourteen her womanhood loomed…
Hips and breasts swelled. More knowing. She bloomed.
Stupid boys in her class
Squeezed her tits, groped her arse,
To much more of which shit she was doomed.
The runaway
Pretty runaway, ripe to be rooted,
Sized up by the pimp and recruited,
Picked up on the street,
Young and tender, fresh meat,
For himself to use too, when it suited.
The interpretation of dreams
Naked, soon to be raped, it would seem,
Her eyes fixed on the knife’s wicked gleam …
Then the blade at her throat,
And she screamed! On that note,
She woke, hot, drenched with sweat. Just a dream!
Gambit
Left hand under her dress, his right cupped
Round her breast. Such a shock! So abrupt!
His cock out of his pants …
The poor girl had no chance;
Rooted! Outwitted, routed, one-upped!
Ablution
“By confession, one gains absolution,
Incest,” the priest said “self-pollution.
Worse too, I daresay;
All one’s sins washed away,
Or at least undergone some dilution!”
Freelancer
A young journalist, bullied by editors,
One step ahead of her creditors,
Now and then screwed
Men for money or food,
Not, of course, though, the worst of the predators.
Mister Perfect
So, my ideal lover, she said,
Fucks me good, doesn’t mess with my head;
No damn lies, bullshit, flattery,
Comes with a battery,
Always there, under my bed.