Scowling, negligee tattered and filmy,
She said “Though the thought doesn’t thrill me,
It’s Saturday night,
And it’s not worth the fight,
And I guess a damn fuck wouldn’t kill me.”
Tag: consent
Ifs and buts
If he fucked her, she’d be quite annoyed…
Not pissed off, like, but not overjoyed…
Still… she’d worn that short skirt…
And she did kind of flirt…
So a root might be hard to avoid.
Equanimity
He should fuck her, and show her who’s boss!
And he does… but she gives not a toss!
Then she says “Are you done?”
Which quite spoils his fun…
Could the bitch not at least have got cross?
An anxious moment
The poor guy, in the honest belief
She’d consented, then found to his grief
That it wasn’t quite so,
(She just hadn’t said no),
But she liked it… a blessed relief!
Cool under pressure
He was pushy and rude, but damn hot!
When he fucked her it hurt… quite a lot…
He had such a big cock!
She got over her shock,
And said “Really? Is that all you’ve got?”
Not backward being forward
He made lots of unwanted advances.
He figured it increased his chances…
Like, “Fancy a fuck?:
With a little good luck…
Or just fuck ’em, whatever their answers!
Slip, slop, slap
If she loved him, he said, which she did.
She’d not act like a scared little kid,
Let him have his damn way…
So she whispered OK…
Opened up… and slip, slap, in it slid!
Intemperance
Gosh! she said to herself, as she showered…
Poor girl, she’d been quite overpowered…
That furious screw…
And he’d eaten her too!
Well, not eaten, so much, as devoured!
Which part of no?
She’d meant “no” to be quite absolute,
But he took it as “maybe”, the brute!
He might just have been thick,
Or else thought with his prick,
Or determined on having a root!
Led on
She regarded the prospect with dread…
Let him kiss her… now look where it’s led!
Now he wants a damn fuck!
Gosh! What rotten damn luck!
Could she maybe just suck him instead?