In her bum-hugging little black dress,
Just containing her tits, more or less,
If a chap tries his luck,
Whispers “Fancy a fuck?”
You could say she’s already said yes!
Tag: consent
Innocent until proven guilty
Not as innocent as she pretends,
What she’ll let you do rather depends…
If she likes what she sees,
She’ll say yes (or yes, please),
And decide then how far yes extends.
Cold fish
When he said “Want a root?” she said “Yeah”,
Though she seemed not to very much care.
She just went through the motions,
Deadpan, no emotions,
At best, sort of vaguely aware.
Playing hard ball
Accidentally, quite unintended,
What started as just fun descended
To what? Not quite rape,
Though she couldn’t escape …
She was totally fucked! (Pun intended.)
Honk if you’re horny
Her objections were patently risible;
Tits like that, honkingly visible,
Big as her head,
Screaming “Take me to bed!”
Soft and pillowy, totally jizzable!
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.