A young beauty, still rather flat-chested…
Won’t save her from being molested!
His lovely fuck-toy,
To corrupt and enjoy!
Better far than girls big-floppy-breasted!
Tag: molested
His saving grace
The damn fellow by whom she’d been pestered,
By whom, in fact, one night molested,
She told “Though it’s moot,
If you weren’t a good root
I’d have probably had you arrested!”
Stockholm
She lay musing; the thing she detested
Was not so much being molested.
She had, yes, at first,
But what seemed now the worst,
Was the thought of him being arrested!
Running the gauntlet
When she walked down the street, strange men pestered her,
Made lewd suggestions, that tested her.
Most she ignored,
Walked on, tried to look bored,
Harder though, with the ones who molested her!