From his hands on her tits, and his leer,
His motive’s abundantly clear…
Resigned to her fate,
(Anyway, it’s too late),
She’ll be screwed, it would rather appear!
Tag: consent
Driven
It’s not much in the way of apology…
Claiming it’s only biology…
Man needs to mate…
But why couldn’t he wait?
It was rape… Fuck his fucking psychology!
A nod as good as a wink
Comely wench, he thought. Well worth a prod…
And he winked, and she gave a shy nod…
And in no time at all,
Up against the shed wall,
He was chock-a-block up her, by god!
In the moment
He just grabbed her cunt… God! Pretty shocking!
“You like that? he said, his tone mocking.
Was this, like, assault?
Was it somehow her fault?
Or perhaps opportunity knocking?
Lost in translation
A bit drunk and a little befuddled…
Yes… no… yes… it came out all muddled,
Whatever she’d meant…
And the men came and went,
And cum oozed from her pussy and puddled.
The deal
“Come on, babe,” said the guy. “What’s it worth?
Name your price! (Said with unseemly mirth.)
“Pussy’s pussy, alright?
And I ain’t got all night…
And you ain’t, like, the last cunt on Earth.”
Getting it straight
Just because I don’t care that you’re seeing
Me going round naked, and peeing,
That don’t mean, she said…
Get this into your head,
If you’re after a root, I’m agreeing!
The flesh is weak
He began, in the end, to suspect
That despite all that talk of respect,
And the wages of sin…
When he did stick it in,
She, in fact, didn’t too much object.
What a woman!
“Well, I mostly just wanted a hug,”
She said… laughed… dropped her dress with a shrug…
“Look, I don’t want a fuck”’
But looks like you’re in luck…
I’ll just give it a suck and tug!”
Dilemma
He or she (hard to say still which gender)
Made love to her, gentle and tender…
More hotly they kissed…
Should she struggle, resist…
Or just open herself and surrender?