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.
Tag: consent
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!
Body language
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!
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.”