“Look,” she said. “Please excuse my profanity…
Whom you fuck comes down to vanity.
Never mind who…
Fuck the ugly ones too…
For the overall good of humanity!”
Tag: consent
Hard call
True, her dress was revealing and tight,
But to say she’d deserved it was trite;
Had he twisted her arm?
She’d resisted his charm,
Though perhaps not as hard as she might!
Bending to his will
Vile deception, with wicked intent!
She’d agreed, (but her words had been bent),
To his putting it in,
Quite enthused, to begin,
Although not in the hole where it went!
Res ipso loquitur
The girl’s dress, gauzy, brief, rather racy,
Her underwear, skimpy and lacy,
Per se constituted
Consent to be rooted,
Incitement to crime, prima facie.
Legal opinion
The poor chap, dragged to court and indicted,
Protested the girl had incited
The rooting, of which
She accused him, the bitch,
It ain’t rape, if you’re fucking invited!
Extraordinary circumstances
“Though I don’t root with men, ordinarily,
Just this once, then,” she said merrily.
“Maybe I’m pissed,
But well, since you insist,
I surrender myself voluntarily!”
Arguing the toss
When he wanted a root, she got cross;
She said “Frankly, I don’t give a toss.
Well, I will, but that’s all,
Or I’ll suck it. Your call.
And if that doesn’t suit you, your loss!”
Counting tricks
Open-armed, open-mouthed, open-legged,
She’d said “Yes! Oh God, Yes!” Almost begged.
Pretty randy, you’d swear,
Bloody open misere,
Then she clammed up, the bitch, and reneged!
Absofuckinglutely!
A mysterious girl, enigmatic,
Desirable, true, but erratic.
She’d often say no
To a nookie, although,
Word and deed, her consent was emphatic!
What’s love got to do with it?
By some feminine sudden caprice,
She consented! Would wonders not cease?
Not from love, she explained,
(Her excitement all feigned),
Just to shut him up, get some damn peace!