She approached sex a bit apprehensively,
Naked, but legs crossed defensively;
Having said yes,
She got fucked nonetheless,
North and south, pussy, mouth, comprehensively!
Tag: fucked
Passive resistance
A good woman, according to Gandhi,
Confronted by somebody randy,
Should calmly resist,
Or at least should insist
She be fucked somewhere grassy or sandy.
A nod as good as a wink
Having kissed her of course, which he has,
Squeezed her tits, grabbed her snatch, all that jazz,
Got some head, what the hell,
Then a man might as well
Say they’ve fucked, or at least as good as!
Buying hay for another man’s horse
Pussy-whipped or a saint? Man or mouse?
Or enlightened, non-bitter ex-spouse?
While he paid all the bills,
Found religion, took pills,
His ex-wife fucked new men in his house!
The downside of a woman’s prerogative
She recalled, later on, rather dimly,
Her having said no, rather primly,
Then waking to find
(Had she then changed her mind?)
Herself drunk, being fucked, smiling grimly!
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.
Fair game
Lean and agile, as sleek as an otter,
Smooth skinned, tanned; she couldn’t be hotter.
She gambolled about,
Happy, fit as a trout,
Till he caught her and fucked her, the rotter!
Pentathlon
So compliant, responsive and supple!
A pity to have to uncouple!
He’d fucked her five ways;
They lay spent, in a daze,
Post-orgasmic bliss, joint and quintuple!
The heiress
Much as Father and Mother had cavilled,
She smoked, drank, had sex with men, travelled;
As if to embarrass,
She fucked in Rome, Paris…
Their plans (college, marriage) unravelled!
Bad press
She was known as a slut and a hussy;
She fucked a lot, wasn’t too fussy,
And didn’t mind much
About condoms and such.
No surprise that her pussy was pussy!