Finders keepers

When he found her, he thought “Jeepers creepers!
Stark naked, passed out… finders keepers!
Astonishing luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
Thinking “Thanks God, for booze and sound sleepers!”

In retrospect

She’d enjoyed it, in fact, she conceded…
Her protests had gone all unheeded.
She’d thought, though, okay,
Let him have his damn way,
And get on with his fuck unimpeded.

Feisty

Feisty girl… pretty, plenty of sauce.
And he wanted to fuck her, of course.
If she played hard to get,
As she might, well, no sweat…
He’d resort to a little brute force.

Undeterred

Drunk and dizzy, her vision was blurred…
She said no, but it came out all slurred…
Well, he should still have known,
From her screaming alone…
But perhaps he might just not have heard.

Hussy

He was tried for rape, true, but acquitted.
He’d fucked ev’ry hole where it fitted…
Twice three times in some,
(Mostly pussy and bum),
But she’d liked it, the hussy admitted!