They went out in the bus, not a cab.
Later on, at his flat, (rather drab),
He put on the hard word,
(Always did, so she’d heard).
Fair enough, since he’d picked up the tab.
Tag: seduction
Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
Punctuality
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!
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.