Her clothes quickly shed, carelessly piled,
She stood naked and blushingly smiled…
“I’m a virgin, of course…
But no need to use force…
I can’t wait to be fucking defiled!”
Tag: defiled
Penance
The young housekeeper thought it quite odd
That the priest drank and argued with God,
Cried “I’m weak and defiled!
You must punish me, child!
Beat my arse, girl, and don’t spare the rod!”
Beguiled
Though voluptuous, rather a child,
She was easily charmed and beguiled;
Flattered, wildly impressed,
She was swiftly undressed,
And deflowered, debauched and defiled.
Post-traumatic dress disorder
Just sixteen, little more than a child,
But precocious, flirtatious and wild!
Clumsy hands in her bra,
Being fucked in a car,
Though what trauma this caused did seem mild.
The upshot
From besotted, bemused and beguiled,
To deflowered, debauched and defiled;
Now the object of scorn,
Pouting, moody, withdrawn,
(If he only had!), heavy with child!