“I was not in the mood, that’s the issue,”
She sighed. “My God! Sometimes I wish you
Could work out what’s meant
By that big word, consent!
Now stop grinning, and pass me a tissue.”
Tag: consent
Right of way
In her bed, he’d assumed right of way,
Since he’d thought that she would, or she may,
Like a root, just for fun,
As she might well have done,
But not so, in the cold light of day!
Unmasked
The erection he struggled to mask,
(An increasingly difficult task),
As they danced cheek to cheek
She, at last, gave a tweak,
And said “Frankly, you only need ask!”
Forbidden fruit
Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Tacit
Their relationship wasn’t quite broken.
Most nights she still found herself woken;
Her buttocks caressed,
Or his hand on her breast,
Both request and consent left unspoken.
Rearguard
It seemed nasty, and mean and unjust;
She was scared, shocked and filled with disgust!
After quite a nice screw,
Must he bugger her too?
Must he…? Ouch! God! It seemed that he must!
He wooed, wouldn't he?
She’d been lovingly, lavishly wooed;
She’d been kissed, had her earlobes chewed.
He reached under her dress,
Certain she would say yes,
But she wasn’t, it seemed, in the mood!
Equal and opposite reaction
Don’t you know, silly girl, that the more you
Complain and demand I withdraw, you
Just increase my ardour,
And make my cock harder,
Like dozens of women before you!
Post hoc
“Well, it serves me right, maybe,” she sighed.
“He’d have stopped, had I asked, had I tried.”
She had led him on, true,
Been a tease, as you do,
But, by God, he’d felt good, up inside!
In a minute there is time
In a trice she’d been rudely up-ended,
She knew what the villain intended!
She thought “Should I scream?”
Then thought not, it would seem…
To be fair, it all rather depended.