Mister Reginald Brown was indicted
For having got overexcited,
By watching undress
Miss X (withheld address),
And for fucking her then, uninvited.
Tag: rape
Reprehensible
What he did was a bit indefensible…
Sort of, like, incomprehensible…
Worse, had he not,
(And he almost forgot),
Used a condom, of course, which was sensible.
In for a penny
“I’ve been raped!” she thought, somewhat astounded…
Which wasn’t as bad as it sounded…
So handsome, so strong…
God almighty! How long
Since her pussy was properly pounded!
Near things
Though she’s had a few narrow escapes…
Pussy-grabbling, bum-pats, near-rapes…
Just by sheer, dumb luck,
Still no actual fuck…
Though that might just have been sour grapes.
The back story
His toe tickling her cunt as he paints,
Her face blissful, she comes… and she faints!
“What a stroke of good luck!”
He thinks, grabbing a fuck…
“She’ll do nicely for one of the saints.”
Shock therapy
Pounded, mauled, tits and cunt bruised and battered,
Dishevelled, distracted, wits scattered,
She lay taking stock…
“Gosh!” she thought. “What a shock!
But he’d fucked her though. That’s all that mattered!
Bitter and twisted
She was left a bit bitter and twisted…
She’d said no, and cried, and resisted…
Been fucked nonetheless!
Might as well have said yes,
Since the bastard had bloody insisted!
Unaccountable
Drunk or drugged… or amnesia perhaps…
(Such convenient memory gaps!)
Was it rape, as she said,
When discovered in bed,
Or a puzzling, if brief moral lapse?
The boyfriend
“Gang bang Saturday night” said the text…
She was naked, drunk, rather perplexed…
As another guy came…
Someone said “What’s her name?”
And her boyfriend said “Okay, who’s next?”
Hard to get
Introspective, shy, rather reclusive,
Which made her seem, though… what? Exclusive!
She seemed unaware
Of his love… Did she care?
Would to rape her be over-intrusive?