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.
Tag: consent
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!
Pulling an all-nighter
Friday night, at the bar… they’d just met…
“What a stud!” she thought, already wet.
“I could fuck you all night!”
He said. “Suits me alright…”
She replied. “If that’s no idle threat!”
Hindsight
Young and pretty, though rather short-sighted,
Next day she was less than delighted,
When told she’d been had
By her boyfriend, his dad,
And a couple of mates they’d invited!
The knock-back
She’d be up for a root, he appraised,
But thought later on, wounded and dazed,
He’d been rather too blunt…
That the mention of cunt,
Might perhaps have not been so well phrased.