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!
Tag: consent
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?
That’s a definite
“You’ll be wanting to fuck me, I guess,”
She said. Winked. “Let me slip off my dress…
Maybe bugger me too?
Can I go to the loo?
Look… whatever! The answer is yes!”
The silence
Squeezed her tit, rubbed her clit… no effect.
At least none he could bloody detect,
So he stuck in his cock…
No excitement, no shock…
Still, she seemed, at least, not to object.
The art of the deal
Should he offer her cash? Did he dare?
Would a couple of hundred be fair?
Well, why not? She can choose,
Just say yes, or refuse…
If she slaps his face, what does he care?
If only
If he’d known that she loved him so madly,
It wouldn’t have turned out so sadly…
The rope, her distress…
When she would have said yes,
And have given herself to him gladly!
Beyond reasonable doubt
God! she thought, with sigh and a pout.
Can the fool of a man be in doubt?
Has he no common sense?
Yes! She fucking consents!
Must she bend over, spread ’em and shout!
To boldly go…
She says yes, though she isn’t that keen…
He can fuck her where no man has been…
Other girls do it, right?
Oh God! Ouch! It’s so tight!
Is he doing it just to be mean?