When he asked her, she went all subdued,
His beloved, the woman he’d wooed…
“I’m inclined to say no,”
She said… “Tell you to go,
But it’s just… I don’t want to seem rude.”
Tag: consent
Personal space
“My cute pussy, to which you allude,
Though you called it my cunt… rather crude…
Is my own to employ,
For my personal joy,
Not for yours,” she said. “Go and get screwed!”
Fluidity
She’d not normally very much mind,
And was more or less, frankly, resigned,
Though of course it damn sucked,
To the fact she’d be fucked,
And was not, in truth, much disinclined.
At her majesty’s pleasure
“You may fuck me,” Her Highness said regally…
How could a man say no, legally?
Women undressed her,
Her priest came and blessed her…
He lay down, she mounted him eagerly!
On a mission
Young and pretty, a girl on a mission…
Fuck plenty… a noble ambition!
She even kept score…
Ranked and rated, what’s more…
A fine slut, of her own sweet volition.
Caught her on a bad day
Although frequently that way inclined
She thought twice but politely declined…
He just wanted a fuck…
Sorry mister, bad luck…
Maybe some other time she’d not mind.
A muddle
It turned into a bit of a muddle…
She just wanted someone to cuddle..
The chap had his way…
There she lies, in dismay,
Oozing semen, awash in a puddle!
Good intentions
Is it love? She should know it’s not so…
She’d intended… she had… to say no…
But he’d badgered and pressed her…
Had well nigh undressed her…
She thought “Shit, just go with the flow.”
The sublime and the ridiculous
Sex, despite all the splooge and the slime,
Is good fun… some would call it sublime.
There’s consent… that’s a thing…
But shit… birds gotta sing!
And it don’t take much money or time.
Implied consent
Be alert, darling daughter, beware!
Men are bastards, you must be aware…
They just want to fuck you!
Please don’t push your luck… you…
“Might get a damn root!” she said… “Yeah!”