Is it love? She should know it’s not so…
She’d intended… she had… to say no…
But he’d badgered and pressed her…
Had well nigh undressed her…
She thought “Shit, just go with the flow.”
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Terms of business
“Want some nookie?” she said as she twerked her
Cute ass, shook her titties and jerked her
Thong tight up her gash…
“Nope, I ain’t got no cash,”
Said the john. “Fuck on credit…?” which irked her.
Maid no more
The young maid, who was put on her guard,
When she noticed his lordship get hard,
Slipped away to the larder,
(Before he got harder),
To grease up her pussy with lard.
The sublime and the ridiculous
Sex, despite all the splooge and the slime,
Is good fun… some would call it sublime.
There’s consent… that’s a thing…
But shit… birds gotta sing!
And it don’t take much money or time.
Implied consent
Be alert, darling daughter, beware!
Men are bastards, you must be aware…
They just want to fuck you!
Please don’t push your luck… you…
“Might get a damn root!” she said… “Yeah!”
The horde
The barbarians used to maraud
In a blood-thirsty, horrible horde…
Husband, father they’d slaughter,
A wife or a daughter
They’d take to rape later when bored.
The unbearable wetness of being
“God, I’m such a slut… pussy so wet…
And he ain’t even touched me… not yet!”
She thinks. “Such a cute guy…
A nice suit, a nice tie
Gonna get him to fuck me, I bet!”
Oral immoral
He was big, and absurdly well hung
She petite, inexperienced, young…
There was no way at all
He could fuck her… too small…
So she just used her lips and her tongue.
Uncertainty
When she walked in, the room was abuzz…
Golden tan, downy skin, a soft fuzz…
And voluptuous too…
Might she possibly screw?
Perhaps not… but perhaps too she does!
Would V could
If she fucks, which she might, well that’s good…
And he’ll fuck her of course… most blokes would…
Though, of course, if she don’t,
He most probably won’t…
Or convince her she possibly should.