A young man, whom she’d met at croquet,
Came to call, with a lovely bouquet,
In his Sunday-best suit…
When he asked for a root,
Though she blushed, she still murmured “Okay.”
Tag: seduction
The spider’s lair
She’d gone into his lair all unwarily.
“Just passing by!” she’d said airily
What’s with this guy?
That strange look in his eye…
Yep. He’s acting a little bit scarily!
Via crucis
He was rightly, he felt, quite enraged;
Her seduction, so artfully staged,
When it came to the crux,
Came to nothing! It sucks!
Seems the bitch was goddam underaged!
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!
Means to an end
To what tricks would the man not descend?
What disgusting things might he intend?
Liquor? Drugs? Well of course!
Money? Bondage? Brute force…
Till she’s brought to a sad, sticky end?
Resignation
“So,” she thought, with a sad mental shrug,
“It would seem that I’ve been a damn mug!
Stuck alone with this bloke,
And he’s after a poke,
Never mind just a suck or a tug!”
Rank and privilege
The poor girl was, of course, overawed.
She kept mumbling “Yes sir. Yes m’lord.”
He was just like all men,
She found out but, by then,
She’d already been put to the sword!
Madeira, m’dear?
Sliding over, he pressed himself nearer,
His sordid intentions now clearer;
Lascivious play!
To, in fact, have his way!
To which end, she’d been plied with madeira!
Malice aforethought
As the truth dawned, she felt her heart sinking.
“My God!” she thought. “What was I thinking?
He’ll ravish me now,
Or he’ll try, anyhow!
“One more sherry, Miss Prim?”, he said, winking.
The swine!
Tall and handsome! The way that he walked,
Things he said, just the way that he talked…
Said he loved her and that…
Well, she did smell a rat…
But by then she’d already been porked!