He’s a scoundrel, at least so reputed;
Vague hints of seduction he’d mooted!
She mustn’t be late,
Friday night, for their date,
And miss out on, perhaps, getting rooted!
Tag: seduction
History repeats itself
His true motive, at last, was revealed!
She vowed, though, this time she’d not yield,
Not like once before!
She’d get up off the floor,
Where she, naked and giggling, now kneeled.
The hoax
He begins to sweet-talk her, to coax,
Just one more of his practical jokes…
The deception seems small
But she swallows it all.
She looks up, and he laughs, and she chokes!
Drinks
He said “Like to come out for a drink?”
She said yes in a heartbeat, a blink!
But what then, later on,
When their friends had all gone?
Would she root him? Well, what do you think?
Cinderella
Poor mistreated young fair Cinderella,
By magic, changed, brought from the cellar!
The belle of the ball!
Came home minus it all,
Bar one slipper; that prince was some fella!
Warm panties
She returned from the Ladies, as planned,
Slipped her warm panties into his hand,
Whispered “Have a nice sniff!
I was wondering if
We might go back to my place now… and …!”
The warm hearth
She’d been cosseted, been brought up right,
Taught to not misbehave, which despite,
She lay nude on his rug,
(God, he looked so damn smug!)
By the fire’s soft flickering light.
By a lake in the woods
She exclaimed “Oh, my goodness, Sir Knight!
I was bathing! You gave me a fright!
Why, I might have been raped!
I could not have escaped!
Though, of course, one would put up a fight!”
Feeling lucky
She said “Come on! We don’t have all night!”
She undressed, and she turned down the light.
“I’m not saying ‘Let’s fuck’,
But strip off, try your luck…
There’s a pretty good chance that we might!”
Not that kind of girl
Though you might think a girl’s not that kind,
Try it on and, quite often, you’ll find
That you wind up in bed;
They’ll complain but, all said,
In the end, they don’t very much mind.