The poor chap, just a wee bit fanatical
Spent his entire sabbatical,
Working to show
A girl’s yes might mean no,
Or else, maybe, the nuance grammatical.
Chivalry is not dead
The princess, naked, lay waiting regally.
Wait! Was this this treason, though, legally?
Doubts cast aside,
Royal pussy spread wide,
He plunged in! “Tally-ho!” she cried eagerly.
La liberté
Though not one to be too sentimental,
He said “Dear girl, I’ll be gentle,
Me being your first…”
“Fuck,” she said. “Do your worst!
I don’t give a goddamn continental!”
Tutorial
“Not a bad try, but room to improve,”
She said. “Just stick your dick in the groove…
Now, slide down… Not too far!
Back a bit… There you are!
Now push. Harder! For fuck’s sake, boy! Move!”
Spot check
Her young breasts, full and firm, and hard-nippled,
Her tight buttocks twitched, tensed and rippled.
White skin, her red hair …
Was it this made him stare,
Or the freckles with which she was stippled?
Calling her bluff
She’ll just grit her teeth, grin, and be strong.
Well, how long can a root take? Too long!
Though she led him on, yeah,
Still, it doesn’t seem fair!
How could things go so horribly wrong?
Spoilt for choice
Young and nubile, he’d said to her pimp;
There she is, bound and gagged, like a gimp,
His to use and abuse,
Any way he might choose…
And his damn cock still floppy and limp!
Augury
Her shirt buttons left mostly unclosed;
Was she favourably, then, disposed
To a roll in the hay?
If asked, what would she say?
Yes, he hoped, and correctly supposed!
The prankster
He was such a bad boy, when he drank,
Altogether too rude, to be frank!
Silly giggling fits,
Patting, squeezing her tits,
And her pussy, such juvenile pranks!
The lie of the land
Well, a woman would have to be blind …
She’d known fellows before of his kind!
He’d seduce her, perhaps,
As had various chaps,
Which she’d found that she didn’t much mind!