All the arguing, tears and stress;
So much easier just to say yes!
Hesitate, just for form,
To conform to the norm,
And then grab his damn cock and undress!
Tag: undress
Plied and pliable
Plied with sherry, she started to totter.
She felt inexplicably hotter,
Began to undress.
She may well have said yes,
Perhaps not, if he’d asked her, the rotter!
Love-sick
Love-sick fool! She began to undress…
A bit mean to have not, or done less.
So she’d fuck like a whore,
Till his cock was red-raw!
Yes, she thought, well until or unless.
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Squeamish
Just the thought of sex caused him distress;
Ugly sounds, and the smells and the mess!
All that squeaking and squishiness,
Yeastiness, fishiness;
God! Let her please not undress!
Falsely accused
Of two evils, she’d chosen the lesser;
She pouted, but let him undress her.
He’d called her a tease,
So she parted her knees,
And delivered the goodies, god bless her!
Mixed blessing
Catching sight of his cock, she cried “Bless me!
I wouldn’t have let you undress me,
If I’d known the size
Of that thing ‘twixt your thighs!
I can’t! Won’t… well, I might, if you press me!”
Fight or flight
Her response should have been fight or flight,
But somehow, just then, neither seemed right;
So she let him undress her,
Which didn’t distress her
As much as she’d thought that it might.
Time and motion
In the end, she gave in and said yes,
Although under a bit of duress;
She could keep saying no,
Or just fuck him and go,
So she shrugged and slipped out of her dress.
Heart in his mouth
She undresses; he stammers and gawks,
His heart thumps, his eyes hang out on stalks.
She says “What? Still half-dressed?
Shall I help with the rest?”
“Yes, and don’t start without me!” he squawks.