Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Tag: consent
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.
Mental struggle
She should maybe have screamed… to0 late… still..
She could struggle.. she might… well, she will…
Or else not… just stay mute…
Well, a root’s a damn root…
Just enjoy the vicarious thrill.
Frisson
Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming,
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion,
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much as alarming!
Life’s a lottery
Why not kiss him? she thought, with a shrug…
Maybe give him a suck, or a tug…
Worst case, what? A quick fuck…
Or perhaps, by bad luck,
Her nude corpse, rotting, wrapped in a rug/
Snake charmer
So… he pulled it out, gave it a shake…
Ugly, huge, like a big fucking snake!
And he said “Come on, suck it.”
“Then what? Fucking fuck it?”
She said. “Fuck, no! Gimme a break!”
Lucky dip
The guy seems pretty normal and nice…
Though he might have some horrible vice…
He might rape her… god knows…
“I’ll say yes, I suppose,”
She thinks. “Fuck. Try my luck. Roll the dice.”
A time and a place
“Fucking hell!” she snapped. “Fuck fucking men!
Want to fuck, anywhere, anywhen!
As she got off the floor,
Mopped her cunt… “Well, no more!
Once or twice, fine… but never again!”
Plaything
Tied up, naked, his plaything, enslaved…
“Gosh!” she thought. “The damn fellow’s depraved!”
She’d be raped, it seemed… Great!
But, she mused, from which fate
She’d not mind, frankly, not being saved.