Daredevil

“Flash your pussy,” her drunken friends dared…
They all thought that she’d be too damn scared…
But she emptied her glass,
Stripped and wiggled her arse,
While the guys all applauded and stared.

Dissolute

Mister Pidcock, a dissolute type, 
Sipped his pint, puffed his old briar pipe,
Watched the girls in the square…
“Like to have that one there,”
He thought… “Pretty, plump chested and ripe!”

Nameless

Though his name seemed, alas, to elude her, 
The way he contrived to denude her…
His touch, and his kiss …
She remembered all this…
And her bliss when he finally screwed her!