He’s been planning for ages, it seems…
Lots of dirty, nefarious schemes
To get into her pants,
Which the fool called romance…
“Fuck you, buster!” she says. “In your dreams!”
Tag: seduction
ESP
From her manner, her immodest dress,
He could read the girl’s mind, more or less…
Yes, I fancy a fuck,
So why not try your luck?
Should he risk an indecent caress?
Dream lover
All his sneaky, nefarious schemes
Came to nothing at last, so it seems.
When he leeringly said
“Well, my girl, time for bed!”
She replied “Fuck off, jerk! In your dreams!”
Clothes make the man
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.”
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!