A nice dinner, a pretty good wine;
When he asked for a fuck, she said “Fine,
Just the usual way?
For a bondage scene, say,
I’d expect an enhanced bottom line.”
Tag: consent
The tools of seduction
Young and foolish, a bit of a rager,
Be up for whatever, he’d wager!
A couple more drinks,
She’ll be ready, he thinks…
Bondage, whips (all good fun, nothing major!)
Logical phallusy
She was pretty, but too intellectual…
Contemplate anything sexual,
First she’d ask why,
Then compose a reply,
Predicated on being contextual.
Solicitous
“Pray, come sit by the fire, my dear!
Champagne perhaps? Whisky? A beer?
Take off your wet dress.”
And she smiled, nodded yes,
Though his motive was perfectly clear.
The wilful suspension of disbelief
Yes, he loved her, he said. Pleasant fiction!
Wet finger on clit, such sweet friction!
It flustered her so
That she kept saying no,
But with rather more hope than conviction!
The big no-no
“Get your kit off!” said Santa “Ho, ho!”
“Goodness gracious!” said Mary “No, no!”
But yes, yes, though, by golly,
All terribly jolly,
The root itself, though, just so-so.
The best things in life are free
Growing up; such a giddy ascent!
Adolescent girls, keen to assent
To a casual root;
Young ripe bodies, so cute,
All for love, fucking free, not a cent!
Ignorance is bliss
Still naive, to a certain extent,
Not quite certain, in fact, where it went,
Just “down there”, more or less,
But content to say yes,
To his question, whatever it meant!
Regret
Later on, she would find herself rueing
Her coyness, the billing and cooing,
And wish, ever so,
That she’d quit saying no,
Just said yes, and got on then with screwing!
False surmise
From the way that she’d rolled up her eyes,
And her sighs as he fondled her thighs,
She was ready to go,
So the fact she said no
Was a bit of an awkward surprise!