In the end

Oh, the depths to which some men descend!
She fought hard, the young lass, to defend
Her shy virtue, her honour…
Alas, though, a goner…
He still got it in, in the end. 

Hyphenated

He was crude, he blasphemed; she was shocked,
Yet, somehow, in a trice, was un-frocked,
And un-bra-ed and un-knickered,
Sweet-talked, and hard liquored,
Deflowered, and gone off half-cocked!

Keen student

Said a naive young girl, “Though I yearn,
I don’t quite know which way I should turn,
But if given a chance,
If we take off our pants,
I’ll soon show you I’m willing to learn!”