In the slush and the wind-driven snow,
With the temperature fourteen below,
Knelt the match-girl, so numb,
That the prick in her bum,
She felt no more than if she’d said no.
Tag: consent
Stabbed in the arras
His intention to forcibly rape,
He hid naked, behind a thick drape,
But his organ protruded,
“A man!” she concluded,
And backed up, her buttocks agape!
To the point
She cried “Oh! It’s so big! I just love it!
Wherever you want you can shove it!
Let’s start with my cunt,
From the back and the front,
Then I’ll skewer myself, from above it!”
The unbearable wetness
Cooed a forthright young girl, called Lorette
To a chap whom she’d only just met,
“We’ve not been introduced,
But if I were seduced,
You would find me receptively wet!
Ne’er do well
When I kissed her, she muttered and fussed,
And she claimed I’d been false to her trust,
But she said, between sighs,
As I parted her thighs,
“Do it well, then, if do it you must!”
Elliptical
Cooed a coy mademoiselle, called Babette,
“I’m eternally, sir, in your debt:
You’ve respected my shyness,
And tightness and dryness,
And not pressed your point… well not yet!”
Etchings
Said a young man, intent upon lechery,
“Come up and look at my etchery.”
Not much impressed,
The young lady addressed
Said “Tomorrow perhaps, but not yet cheri!”
Honest mistake
What I thought the young lady had said
Was she wanted to take me to bed,
But the way that she screamed
When I fucked her , it seemed
That I must have been somehow misled!
The benefit of hindsight
Said Miss Wrigley, “I might have refused,
Had I known I’d be sorely abused:
You have plied with such strength
Your inordinate length
That my fanny is swollen and bruised!”
On reflection
If she’d only had time to reflect…
But she didn’t so much as suspect
His unworthy intentions,
Before his dimensions
Persuaded her not to object