She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Tag: consent
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Victorian morality
She enjoyed a root, just on the quiet.
One day she’d said yes, just to try it.
Her gentleman friends
Were just means to her ends.
If found out, she’d just flatly deny it.
Saying it with flowers
When arraigned, he said, in his defence,
That she’d fondled his penis, and hence,
It must follow that she,
Ergo, seemed to agree,
And the flowers were fair recompense!
Options weighed
Had she stayed, she thought, rather dismayed,
She would not, then, have gone home unlaid;
Not be innocent still,
Still not know that mad thrill,
Not be doomed, still, to be an old maid!
A nod is as good as a wink
Her consent he inferred from a nod,
And proceeded to give her a prod.
Though she moaned, rolled her eyes,
Had a look of surprise,
She said nothing throughout, which was odd.
Without benefit of clergy
When he fucked her, she got quite enraged,
But her guilt pangs were somewhat asuaged,
Lying there in his bed,
Yes, he loved her, he said.
“Good!” she said. “Does this mean we’re engaged?”
Opportunity and motive
The alleged rape, milord, is plain fiction,
The handcuffs, the gag, the restriction
Of movement and speech,
Just a game, played by each;
All good fun! Not the stuff for conviction!
Brazen
He bit hard on her poor sunburnt titty,
Ignored that her pussy was gritty;
Right there, on the beach,
He sucked both, he bit each,
And he sank in his prick without pity!
Free will or determinism?
They not so much made love as collided;
Their fates must have just coincided!
True love? A mad fling?
Just a physical thing?
When they fucked she still hadn’t decided!