“I do hope you won’t take me for granted,
A poor girl, in love and enchanted,
Who couldn’t say no…
You bedazzled me so…
Harder! God! Yes! Yes! Harder!” she panted.
Tag: consent
Chivalry
The fair damsel cried out in distress.
She was naked… Ah, but I digress!
The knight rode to her aid,
Firm of flesh, swift of blade!
Dragon slain, they rode off. She said “Yes!
Gritting her teeth
It was just one more bridge to be crossed;
Sleepless, all night she’d turned and she’d tossed.
She’d consent, when he woke ,
To a fuck with this bloke,
Once he’d brushed his teeth, gargled and flossed!
Wanting
In the end she gave in, for some peace.
Would the man’s want for sex never cease?
Better let him fuck her
Than, as young as they were,
His own daughter, or neighbour, or niece.
Time and motion
In the end, she gave in and said yes,
Although under a bit of duress;
She could keep saying no,
Or just fuck him and go,
So she shrugged and slipped out of her dress.
So near , yet so far
She said “no”, but he thought that she might:
He pressed on, though his chances seemed slight.
She relaxed just so far
As to take off her bra,
Then he almost got in, but not quite.
Premeditation
Though a virgin, she thought, if she chose,
That, depending on feelings, who knows…
If the fellow was cute,
And he wanted a root,
She’d say yes, if the question arose.
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
Second thoughts
The encounter, alas, was ill-fated,
Regrets and excuses belated,
She’d cried and said “Stop!”
When he clambered on top,
But he rooted her still until sated!.
Age of consent
As she neared the age of consent;
Woman’s breasts, woman’s hips, woman’s scent,
Men and boys watched her pass,
Bouncing tits, swaying arse,
As they loitered close by, with intent.