A nice dinner, good wine, he was witty,
But forced himself on her; a pity.
Still, mostly convivial,
Damage just trivial.
Just part of life in the city!
Tag: seduction
Lies and damn lies
Her predicament grew rather dire:
His hand up her dress, moving higher!
“Oh Jesus!” she cried,
Panties tugged to one side.
“I’ll just put in the tip.” Bloody liar!
Prestidigitation
The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
A moral dilemma
The pearl necklace, a nice little trinket;
He may want to fuck her! Don’t think it!
A man of that kind?
If he does, does she mind?
And this gin that he’s poured, should she drink it?
Solicitous
“Pray, come sit by the fire, my dear!
Champagne perhaps? Whisky? A beer?
Take off your wet dress.”
And she smiled, nodded yes,
Though his motive was perfectly clear.
The ruined maid
Though the scoundrel, the damn ne’er-do-well
Touched her heart, touched her down there as well,
Squeezed her titties and all,
Now she cannot recall
The man’s name, or does not care to tell!
Saving grace
She was left feeling just a bit peeved,
To have let herself be thus deceived;
To be used like a slut,
So embarrassing, but …
Such a cock! One would not have believed!
On the horns of a dilemma
Might things not be at all as they seem?
Might it be a nefarious scheme
To seduce her, she thought,
And if so, then she ought
To do something perhaps. Maybe scream?
Begging the question
All the flowers, the sweet little rhyme,
Was his courtship charade, mere mime?
Did he truly intend
They be wed in the end,
Or was fucking him wasting her time?
Anthropology for beginners
Anthropologists all are agreed,
Man made cider and ale and mead
To get girls in the mood
To be taken and screwed,
Be laid claim to, to root more and breed.