All her talk about love… bloody soppy!
Worse still, how she got herself stroppy…
Or sad… don’t know which…
When he fucked her, dumb bitch…
And her much-travelled cunt was damn sloppy!
Tag: consent
Escape clause
There should be, like, a “cooling off” clause,
She thinks, hoping, at least, he withdraws…
Let him come on her face,
Her tits, some other place…
But she knows that she’s clutching at straws!
Short shrift
Though she’d begged, she’d been given short shrift…
Defloration was brutal and swift.
Although still underaged,
She was not, like, outraged,
But was, quite understandably, miffed!
Bitter and twisted
She was left a bit bitter and twisted…
She’d said no, and cried, and resisted…
Been fucked nonetheless!
Might as well have said yes,
Since the bastard had bloody insisted!
Reading the room
She could tell, from the bulge in his pants,
That he entertained thoughts of romance…
Of the physical kind…
Which she wouldn’t much mind…
Lucky bastard was in with a chance!
Of mice and men
“In this world, there are just men and mice,”
Said his old man. “I wouldn’t think twice.
If you think you’re a chance
To get into her pants,
Grab her pussy, why not? Roll the dice!”
Fig
One would have to say, in her defence,
That the man’s cock was bloody immense…
She might split like a fig!
God, with something that big,
Second thoughts were just plain commonsense!
Pliability
A great beauty, but no mental giant,
Though cheeky sometimes, or defiant,
Between me and you,
When it came to a screw,
She was always reliably pliant!
Beyond the pale
When he flopped out his penis, she paled…
“Oh God! I’m a virgin!” she wailed.
He ripped off her dress…
She sobbed “Look… maybe yes…
Give me time…” But by then she’d been nailed!
Just do it
She’s a bit of a wriggler and squirmer,
He thought, and his penis grew firmer…
“This won’t hurt a bit”,
He said, stooping to spit…
“God! Just do it!” she said, in a murmur.