She regretted not one thing she’d done;
It was thrilling, outrageous and fun!
Crazy sex, drugs and booze…
One should never refuse!
One was only young once, wasn’t one?
Misgivings
She was in the end, just a bit, peeved,
Convinced, quietly, she’d been deceived.
He’d said women of class
Loved a cock up their arse;
She was hurt, sore, and somewhat aggrieved.
Heaven and hell and the doors of perception
It depends, she thought, how you perceive it,
On whom you trust, whom you believe. It
Did seem quite depraved,
And yet other girls raved!
Anal sex? She could take it or leave it.
Sneak peek
Though she’d covered her eyes, still she peeked;
“Can that all fit inside me?” she squeaked.
“Bloody oath!” he replied,
And she bore it with pride…
This in spite of the havoc it wreaked!
Miss Prim
She seemed proper, and prim as you please,
But in fact, was a bit of a tease,
With her hair in a bun,
But her blouse left undone,
As she pouted, and jingled her keys.
Good omen
She was cute, and a fair chance, he reckoned;
True love, or at least a shag, beckoned.
He said “Want a drink?”
She said “What d’ya think?”
Things looked better with each passing second!
Sex education
The school-teacher, for all her degrees,
Knows fuck-all about birds and the bees,
But she’s working it out,
Despite fear and doubt,
Though with crossed eyes and fingers and knees!
Hollywood
In the film, from the poem or ballad,
The heroine, helpless and pallid,
Her virtue in peril,
Is rescued by Errol
(Flynn. Clark also valid.)
Get thee to a nunnery
Convent life’s mostly dull and reclusive;
Small pleasures are few, and elusive.
Alone in her cell,
A young nun might as well
Please herself, to which boredom’s conducive.
Pastoral matters
As a Catholic priest, he eschews
Married life, and should also refuse,
As a man of the cloth,
And on pain of God’s wrath,
Sex with those whom he’s prone to abuse.