Having got herself drunk, but not very,
On one little glassful of sherry,
She cheekily giggled,
And sexily wriggled,
And offered the waiter her cherry!
Tag: defloration
Blood sport
An unmarried man’s not to be trusted,
Although he be smooth as egg custard,
For many’s the story,
Pathetic and gory,
Of girls’ hearts and maidenheads busted!
Short shrift
Though she’d begged, she’d been given short shrift…
Defloration was brutal and swift.
Although still underaged,
She was not, like, outraged,
But was, quite understandably, miffed!
Saying it with flowers
He’d brought flowers. She’d been wined and dined,
So she knew what the cad had in mind.
His hand crept up her thigh…
Defloration drew nigh…
To which fate she was blithely resigned!