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!
Tag: consent
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.
Prestidigitation
The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
Moral dilemma
She began to get flustered and stressed,
Once he’d kissed her, and fondled her breast.
Should she give him a suck?
Would he still want to fuck?
Should she go home, or just get undressed?
A moral dilemma
The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?