At a party a reckless girl drank,
Until what happened next was a blank:
From what later ensued,
She discerned she’d been screwed,
But could not recall whom she should thank!
Tag: screwed
Expediency
Though she knew that to root him was wrong…
Though she fought, he was simply too strong…
She was already nude.
She was gonna be screwed,
Which resistance would only prolong.
Body language
From his hands on her tits, and his leer,
His motive’s abundantly clear…
Resigned to her fate,
(Anyway, it’s too late),
She’ll be screwed, it would rather appear!
Enough rope
Tight enough? But not too tight, he hopes.
Hang her up now, and see how she copes,
Being screwed in mid-air.
Does she know? Does she care,
That he’s only still learning the ropes?
Buddies
So she texted him. “Come hang out dude.
Have a smoke. Maybe order some food,
Drink some beer, watch porn.
If it gives you the horn,
I’m, like, right in the mood to get screwed.”
The sap still rising
She was broad-hipped, impressively busty,
Not young any more, but still lusty.
She loved being screwed,
And looked fabulous nude,
Lovely pussy, if just a bit musty.
The gentleman’s gentleman
“Ahem! Sorry, Madame, to intrude,”
Said the butler. “It’s just… might my duties include…?
Well, a man would be proud…
And I’m quite well endowed,
Should Madame, perchance, wish to be screwed.”
Tempting fate
He’d have rooted her, had she been older…
The little tart couldn’t be bolder!
Just standing there, nude,
Begging, like, to be screwed!
Would it hurt, though, maybe, just to hold her?
The small print
Who’d have thought her consent had extended
To being stripped, roughly upended,
Screwed various ways,
(Some of which would amaze!)
Not at all what the poor girl intended!
Moody nude
“Look”, she said. “I’d just like to suggest
That we stop now, get up and get dressed.
I’m just not in the mood,
Just right now, to be screwed.
If you still want to, though, be my guest.”