Much and all as beforehand she’d lusted,
Once naked, the poor girl grew flustered.
She begged him, “Not now!”
But got fucked anyhow,
And she found that she quickly adjusted.
Tag: consent
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
Hidden depths
She’d stay virgin as long as she could.
Although boys thought she wouldn’t, she would!
When the right fellow tried,
She’d say yes, teary-eyed.
She imagined it might be quite good!
Persuasion
Though she’d put up a bit of a fight,
He’d undressed her, well almost, not quite.
She was down on the floor,
When he asked her once more,
And she said “Oh shit, fuck it! Alright.”
Open minded
She said “Let’s get it out in the open;
I don’t mind your squeezin’ and gropin’,
Your prick, always stiff.
Damn! Stick it in, if
It might lead to a weddin’, I’m hopin’.”
Grey area
She’d said neither a no, nor a yes,
So, according to state law, I guess…
And just fourteen, as well…
But a man couldn’t tell…
She was fully grown-up, more or less!
Why not?
In the end, he would not be denied,
Though he hadn’t been pushy, or lied.
She was already nude,
Didn’t mind being screwed;
It was just that she couldn’t decide!
In the still if the night
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!
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?