God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
Tag: consent
Aesthetic sensitivity
Although loving, compliant and trusting,
She found all the grunting and thrusting,
The smells and the mess,
The whole thing, more or less,
She owned up, in fact, bloody disgusting!
Reading her lips
From the overtures that she was making,
Unspoken taboos she was breaking,
She’d not be opposed
To a root, he supposed;
Certain liberties there for the taking!
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
The path of least resistance
All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!
Skewed logic
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered demurely.
Kissing could not hurt though, surely?
Touching her, there?
She, in fact, didn’t care
If he finished up fucking her, screwily.
Omar the tent-maker
Quite a well-endowed chap, was young Omar;
Too well! Virgin still, Well, so far!
Though most girls just said no,
She said “Give it a go,
Maybe using your cock like a crowbar.”
Second thoughts
She regretted it, soon as she spoke,
Said “Alright then, okay” to this bloke,
When she should have said no,
But he’s fucked her now, so
Her consent’s a bit hard to revoke.
The loophole
Well, it served her right, then, she admitted;
Her signed consent form had permitted
(She did have to squint,
Though, to read the fine print),
“Also anywhere else that it fitted.”
Playground romance
Tom or Billy? She couldn’t decide
Whom to sit in the playground beside,
Since whomever she chose
Might determine, God knows,
Which one rooted her later, she sighed.