So she twerked, shook her booty and teased…
Told him do her however he pleased,
“Go ahead. Bust a nut!
Throat or pussy or butt,
I’m wet as… and my asshole’s pregreased!”
Tag: consent
Reservations
After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”
Festina lente
His hands groping, they hotly embraced…
“Just a quickie,” he said. “Just a taste!”
“Oh god! Yes!” she said… “Though…
There’s no hurry you know…
Do me slowly, big boy… haste makes waste!”
Porchetta
The consent part was maybe omitted…
By then, but, she’s fuckin’ committed…
One guy down her throat…
Squealin’ like a damn shoat…
‘nother cock up her arse, bein’ spitted!
The moving finger writes
She’s said yes, which is rather exciting…
She’s naked, her posture inviting…
His cock’s hard… but “Wait!
Let me just get this straight…
Your consent… can I get it in writing?”
Might versus right
From what little the lass recollected,
She might have been raped, she suspected…
The accent on might…
It had been a big night…
And she possibly hadn’t objected.
Sour grapes
The poor girl, she’d been rooted and dumped…
She was cranky, but mostly just stumped…
What the fuck, like, you know?
Like, she could have said no…
And his cock was just small too, she grumped.
The height of rudeness
That dumb bitch that he met at the pub
Flipped the bird at him, gave him the snub…
Fuckin’ laughed in his face…
What a fuckin’ disgrace!
Like, not even a suck or a rub!
Outstaying his welcome
“Want a fuck?” she said. “Yeah. Be my guest”
And she stood up and promptly undressed…
But then, after a while,
With a thin, tired smile,
She begged “Please, can we give it a rest?”