When he fucked her, deep down she rejoiced…
Jubilation, however, unvoiced,
Flushed with pleasure, not shame…
He could shoulder the blame…
Though her cunt had been already moist!”
Tag: consent
Lost
Young and pregnant, she packed up and scooted.
Alone, drunk, she hollered and hooted…
“I don’t give a damn!
Wanna fuck? Here I am!
Fuckin’ lonely, lost, fuckin’ uprooted!”
Stoic
She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.
The Christmas spirit
“My fair queen, compliments of the season!”
He said. “I, of course, have no reason
To say no, but still…
As you wish, so I will…
To not fuck you might constitute treason!”
The meek
“Would you mind…?” he said, rather obliquely.
She protested, true, but just weakly…
He fucked her right there…
Though she cried, did he care?
“May I go now, please sir?” she said meekly
Grateful wretch
She enjoyed a nice fuck, she conceded…
In fact, it was just what she’d needed,
Although she, no doubt,
Could have well done without
The man’s simpering thanks it preceded!
In retrospect
She’d enjoyed it, in fact, she conceded…
Her protests had gone all unheeded.
She’d thought, though, okay,
Let him have his damn way,
And get on with his fuck unimpeded.
Her too
Circumstances however conducive,
To touch her might be called abusive.
The soundest advice…
Not to say she looks nice…
Even rooting her somewhat abusive.
She who hesitates
The discussion was pretty one-sided…
She might… but she hadn’t decided…
Meanwhile she lay spread
On his dank, rumpled bed,
Upon which she was soon subdivided.
Done
Look, he said. You’re a pretty cute kid.
If you want a damn fuck, (which she did),
Spread your pussy, okay?
And she rushed to obey,
Cherry something of which to be rid.