Fumbling, rash, in his haste to unfasten
Her pantaloons, sadly, the parson,
Whose candle that night
Set her pussy alight,
To the charge of rape thus added arson.
Tag: rape
Fait accompli
Though of course she’d have rather preferred
That the sexual act which occurred
Were not rape in effect,
Since she didn’t object,
To complain would seem slightly absurd.
The Incredible Hulk
Is he following her, lurking, skulking?
The big ugly brute, bloody hulking!
He asked for a fuck,
And she laughed…Just her luck,
To get raped, if he’s angry or sulking!
Tempting fate 1
“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”
Tempting fate 2
“Oh my god! What on earth was I thinking,
To come to your room?” she said, winking.
“I might have escaped;
Now I’ll likely be raped!
But perhaps that’s all just wishful thinking!
Snatch and grab
Though she fought tooth and claw, scratch and jab,
Still he groped, squeezed and poked; snatch and grab!
Panties gone, her dress torn,
She thought, beaten, forlorn,
“Why on earth did I not catch a cab?”
Girl Friday
“If you’re going to rape me, then do so!”
The stowaway girl told the crew, so
They did, night and day,
Then they cast her away!
A sad fate, but no Robinson Crusoe!
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Pièce de résistance
She’d been partying at the fiesta;
She’d undressed to have a siesta.
She fought and she swore;
It just turned him on more!
Such resistance! A goddamn pièce de!
Vandals and Goths
When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!