Just sex

It’s just sex, after all’s said and done…
It won’t hurt… it might even be fun…
She’d just fancied a drink,
But was starting to think
She’d say yes… a fuck’s better than none.

Yes

She was happy and and drunk, her speech slurred…
Sex was just the best fun, so she’d heard…
He seemed quite a nice guy…
His hand stroking her thigh…
“Yes,”she thought. “Yes,” she said. A small word.

Faux pas

When he asked her, she went all subdued,
His beloved, the woman he’d wooed…
“I’m inclined to say no,”
She said… “Tell you to go,
But it’s just… I don’t want to seem rude.”

Personal space

“My cute pussy, to which you allude,
Though you called it my cunt… rather crude…
Is my own to employ,
For my personal joy, 
Not for yours,” she said. “Go and get screwed!”

Fluidity

She’d not normally very much mind,
And was more or less, frankly, resigned,
Though of course it damn sucked,
To the fact she’d be fucked,
And was not, in truth, much disinclined. 

On a mission

Young and pretty, a girl on a mission…
Fuck plenty… a noble ambition!
She even kept score…
Ranked and rated, what’s more…
A fine slut, of her own sweet volition.