Fighting the good fight

Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw,
Titties bruised and her spanked bottom sore…
But she’d scratched, clawed and bit,
Kneed his balls, kicked and hit…
He’d still fucked her, but call it a draw!

Spontaneity

His response had been quite instantaneous…
No malice forethought, spontaneous…
Seeing her there,
Naked, wet… it seemed fair
He should fuck her… all else just extraneous!

Not funny

In his van, drinking whisky, the clown
Muttered “Stuck-up damn girls in this town!
Grab some bitch, fuck her good!
Drag her out in the wood…”
Red-rimmed eyes and a grease-painted frown!

Blank

She was thrown in a dungeon. Clank, clank!
Naked, chained to the wall. Her heart sank.
God! How helpless she felt!
He unfastened his belt…
And the rest is a merciful blank.