Wooed or groomed, or intrigued, or ensnared….
She now found herself naked and scared,
On her back, on his bed…
God! She’d rather be dead…
Okay… maybe not dead, she despaired.
Tag: fate worse than death
Presumption of innocence
She was grown-up enough, he presumed,
For that fate to which soon she was doomed…
“Worse than death”, as they say!
If asked, what would she say?
Better not! His caresses resumed.
Happy fate
It now seemed undeniably plain
Her resistance would all be in vain,
So she stopped, caught her breath,
And the fate worse than death,
Caused her much more amusement than pain!
Fate
“Oh my goodness! That’s not fair,” she whined,
Though, by now, she was rather resigned
To a fate worse than death,
She mused, gasping for breath,
As he took her again, from behind!