“Look”, she said. “I’d just like to suggest
That we stop now, get up and get dressed.
I’m just not in the mood,
Just right now, to be screwed.
If you still want to, though, be my guest.”
Tag: consent
What?
“Look”, she said. “It was wrong, but so what?
I was drunk. I was horny, why not?
He’s your best mate, I know,
And I should have said no…
At the time though, I sort of forgot!”
Hot stuff
“Look'” she said. “I do like you a lot,
And I’d root you, more likely than not,
Anytime! Anyhow!
Only not just right now.
I’m so shagged, and it’s too bloody hot!”
First impressions
” I like sex. It’s a question of who,”
She explained. “If the answer is you,
I quite like what I see,
So, if you fancy me,
Since you ask, I don’t mind if I do!”
Fine print
Her consent had been hotly disputed;
His claim that she had, she refuted;
“Did!”
“Didn’t!”
“Did too!”
“Yeah, but not where I poo!”
Which, of course, though, was where she’d been rooted!
No joy-ride
When he’d tied her up, yeah, she’d been willing,
(Some fantasy he was fulfilling),
She couldn’t escape…
It was pretty much rape…
Well, at least, one might say, less than thrilling!
An awkward position
He said “Miss, would you please be so kind…?
Just roll over… I want you behind…
Not your pussy, my dear…
The other, I fear.
I hope you don’t very much mind!”
By a process of deduction
She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
A grey area
“Want a fuck?” he says. “Yeah. In your dreams!”
Then he squeezes her tits, and she screams!
So, of course, he lets go.
Did she mean like “yeah, no”?
More like, maybe, just no. So it seems.
Verbal contract
He was giving her helluva grinding!
She didn’t seem, though, to be minding.
She loved it, he’d guess.
Still, although she’d said yes,
He just hoped the agreement was binding!