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.
Tag: consent
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.
Cool at school
These days sex starts before you leave school,
About fifteen or so, as a rule:
If you’re asked for a screw,
And your girlfriends all do,
To say no would be lame, and not cool.
Gin fling
He was named, shamed, and charged with assault,
But, in fairness, it wasn’t his fault:
They were both drunk on gin,
He was more out than in,
When the girl got cold feet and called halt.