Her cute knickers and bra… lace and cotton,
Now cast aside, caution forgotten,
She lay there wide-eyed,
As he thrust up inside…
Vile seducer… cad! Perfectly rotten!
Tag: seduced
Men are bastards
Men are bastards, she’d learned to her cost.
She’d been wooed, screwed, and then double-crossed!
I’m a damn fool, she sighed…
Never mother, nor bride…
Just my fucking virginity lost!
Debonair
He was handsome and tall, debonair…
The poor lassie, she hadn’t a prayer!
He seduced her, of course,
Swept her up on his horse,
Took her off to his sordid damn lair!
Nellie Blithe
What a dill, she thought. So blithely duped!
(As he pulled out, at last, dripped and drooped.)
Damn perfidious men!
Still, she’d do it again,
If she weren’t so deliciously pooped!
The balance of trade
Once seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She soon turned to the world’s oldest trade.
She did rather well, though,
Dressed up nice… Even so,
It was all a pathetic charade!
The silver lining
Men are bastards, she’d learned, to her cost.
Having been seduced, then double-crossed.
Then she found out men paid,
Though, to get themselves laid,
Pretty well, too, so all was not lost.
The light of day
She’d have thought she’d have some sort of warning,
But no… comprehension still dawning,
She’s woken up nude,
Sticky, recently screwed,
In his bed, and it’s already morning!
Pregnant pause
Oh so sweet did his fervid kiss taste,
But her trust, oh so sadly, misplaced!
Seduced, ravished, defiled,
Now alone and with child,
Disappointed, disowned and disgraced!
Ensnared
Whether tricked or seduced or ensnared,
At this point she no longer damn cared…
If he stopped now she’d die …
She came then, with a cry!
And just think… she might well have been spared!
Spare the rod, spoil the child
Same old story, sad, commonplace, sordid;
Drunk, rooted, her clothing disordered,
In such sorry state,
When she staggered home, late,
Her dad thrashed her! Thus virtue’s rewarded.