The poor girl, being not too astute,
She believed his lies… horrible brute!
“Just come in for a drink…”
Did she pause? Did she think
It might be an excuse for a root?
Tag: seduction
Love the one you’re with
From the sofa on which she reclined,
She said “Sir, would you please be so kind…
God! I’d love a good screw!
And you’re here. You’ll do…
Hard and fast, if you will, from behind!”
Big boy
“Okay big boy, let’s see what you’ve got!”
She exclaimed, stripping off like a shot.
She bent over, spread wide,
Stuck two fingers inside…
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?
Laughing stock
“Oh my God! He’s the fucking court jester!”
Thought Gwendoline. “Trust him to pester
A woman so much…”
A sly word, a sly touch…
As the smug little varlet undressed her!
Miss Vanderbilt’s lament
It was not just he’d done the girl wrong,
Or his frankly enormous damn schlong…
(A good foot long, one’s heard!)
But the fact it occurred
On her Louis the Fourteenth chaise-longue.
Limbo
The poor girl, she had no way of knowing,
With all of his to-ing and fro-ing,
(Obtuse bloody men!)
If he’d fuck her, or when…
Her seduction a matter ongoing!
Ensnared
Wooed or groomed, or intrigued, or ensnared….
She now found herself naked and scared,
On her back, on his bed…
God! She’d rather be dead…
Okay… maybe not dead, she despaired.
Well I never
Gosh! He’s somehow undressed her… damn clever!
“Please… No!” she exclaimed. “Please, I’ve never…”
He’s touching her… there…
The nerve! How does he dare?
She should slap him, or scream… or whatever!
The decent and the indecent
He was just shy, poor boy, she surmised.
Once undressed, she was greatly surprised…
Well! What wonderful luck,
When she wanted a fuck,
That his penis was quite decent-sized!
The chatting up
He said “Miss, if I might be so bold,
You may think that I’m sleazy and old,
But I’m rich, and I’ve got
A big house and a yacht,
And a very nice penis, I’m told.”