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.
Tag: consent
The meek shall inherit
Like a lamb to the slaughter, she meekly
Gave in, though she protested weakly,
And then, when he’d done,
He said “Wasn’t that fun?”
“Oh yes, lovely”, she said, smiling bleakly.
Hair's breadth
He was thrilled with how far he had got,
Till she cried “You’ll do what? And with what?
Put it where? Part my hair?
Don’t you bloody well dare!
Put that thing in my thing? I think not!”
Enchanted
“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.
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.