Her objections were patently risible;
Tits like that, honkingly visible,
Big as her head,
Screaming “Take me to bed!”
Soft and pillowy, totally jizzable!
Tag: consent
But why?
“She said “Golly, I’m still pretty dry.
I don’t know. If you want, you can try,
But it mightn’t go in.
Just the tip, to begin;
If it hurts too much, though, I might cry.”
The zeal of the convert
“Well, alright,” she said, “play with my tits,
But no touching the other rude bits!”
His hand strayed, as it would;
She moaned “Fuck being good!
Stick your cock in! Wherever it fits!”
She didn’t see it coming
She was young, reckless, sexy and cheeky,
The chap was decidedly freaky.
Blindfolded, hog-tied,
All good fun, but he’d lied,
And he buggered her too; a bit sneaky!
Fait accompli
Though of course she’d have rather preferred
That the sexual act which occurred
Were not rape in effect,
Since she didn’t object,
To complain would seem slightly absurd.
Expressions of interest
Though acquainted, as yet, only slightly,
With some reservations, quite rightly,
She did acquiesce
To his fevered caress;
Proof of earnestness, not taken lightly.
Demonstrative
With each fibre, each tiny corpuscle,
Each breath; with heart, mind, gut and muscle,
She flailed and screamed;
Each fuck not, so it seemed,
Just a fuck, but a life or death tussle!
Scrambled egg
If she says yes, then wants to renege,
It might not seem too macho, but beg!
If she’s not wet enough,
You can use lots of stuff,
Butter, spit, or the yolk of an egg!
Premeditation
She was beautiful, quite without flaws;
He could have her, but might not, because
If he did so, who knew
If the things he might do,
(Which he would), might break various laws?
Come warm yourself by the fire
Music plays, the warm firelight flickers;
He’s plied her with sweet potent liquors.
She feebly protests,
As he squeezes her breasts,
While his other hand gropes in her knickers.