“Let me tell you this much, bud, for free…
We both just want a fuck… you agree?
Problem solved,” she said, “but…
I ain’t just some cheap slut!
Well, not cheap. It’s about, like, degree.”
Tag: consent
To be clear…
“Would I sleep with you? Let’s be succinct…
Would I fuck you?” she said, and she winked…
“Yes! But no counting sheep…
An intuitive leap…
Fucking, sleeping… two things quite distinct!
A bit one-sided
When he fucked her she came on all teary.
Most times she just took it quite cheery…
He said, when he’d done,
“Well, that wasn’t much fun.”
And she sobbed, “I’m just bone-fucking-weary!”
The waiting game
He was older than her, by a mile…
She could wait… but for such a long while…
And so, rightly or wrongly,
Attracted so strongly,
She still sucked his dick with a smile!
Rough round the edges
She’d said no, but he paid her no heed…
He was rough, though she said “There’s no need”…
When he tore off her dress,
She said “Look, it’s not yes,
But calm down, and by all means, proceed!”
Expediency
Though she knew that to root him was wrong…
Though she fought, he was simply too strong…
She was already nude.
She was gonna be screwed,
Which resistance would only prolong.
Acquiescence
It would seem he would not be denied,
She’d refused, at least, anyway, tried…
And that being the case,
She thought, where’s the disgrace?
“If you must, then you may, sir,” she sighed.
Routed
Her resistance, at last, was worn down.
Hobbling home, broken heel, torn gown,
Heaving bosom half bare,
Sticky stuff in her hair…
Which explained the poor girl’s forlorn frown.
Indecent haste
She was left understandably miffed…
The damn root altogether too swift…
Clothes ripped off, nothing said,
Bloody thrown on the bed…
In fifteen seconds flat she’d been stiffed!
Codicil
When I said yes, she said, what I meant,
Was like yeah… to a certain extent…
You could fuck me… you know…
In my pussy but, though…
Not my arse, which is right where it went!