A small room, in the still of the night;
Through the window, the moon’s spill of light
Falls upon her white breasts.
To his fevered requests,
She still won’t say she will, but she might!
Tag: consent
The goodnight kiss
The lads told him she put it about,
So he chatted her up, took her out.
In the end she said no;
She went down on him though,
Which was better than going without.
Square peg, round hole
There he was, within sight of his goal!
She denied him still! Must he cajole?
Must he weep? Must he beg,
To insert his square peg
In her ever-so-tempting round hole?
Skirmish
It had been hard, good fun, a clean fight,
But now, naked, she gave the green light.
Was it totally fair?
In the end, did he care,
When they fucked, if it hadn’t been, quite?
Temptation
She gave in, though she knew that she shouldn’t,
Determined, at first, that she wouldn’t.
He’d gently insisted…
She’d bravely resisted
Temptation… but found that she couldn’t!
Getting off, getting on
He was eighty, but still pretty spritely,
Well-mannered; He asked so politely,
She said, yes, she would,
And the sex was quite good,
Though her arthritic hip did hurt slightly.
Tacit approval
Did he ask? Did she ever say yes?
One thing led to another, I guess.
Did she give her consent?
In the final event,
It was sort of assumed, more or less.
Love, more or less
The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
A fluid situation
“I’m a virgin!” she whispered. “Please, stop!”
So he did, but she clambered on top,
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed,
Dripping, slipping, half-crazed,
And her hymen gave way, with a pop!
All’s well that ends well
In the end, it all fitted quite neatly;
It stretched her, and filled her completely!
She liked it, although,
She might well have said no,
Had he not begged her ever so sweetly.