There should be, like, a “cooling off” clause,
She thinks, hoping, at least, he withdraws…
Let him come on her face,
Her tits, some other place…
But she knows that she’s clutching at straws!
Tag: withdrawal
The game
Though he’d said he’d pull out when he came,
He said “Oops! I forgot.” Pretty lame!
So… a few anxious weeks.
Bloody liars and sneaks!
Still, she figured, all part of the game.
Withdrawal symptoms
She tried hard to recall, with a yawn,
Had or had not a condom been worn?
And, if not, when he came,
(What on earth was his name),
Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?
Delectable
As he grunted and came and withdrew,
Though she’d come once or twice herself, too,
She said “Look, it’s alright
If you nibble and bite
At my neck and my boobs, but don’t chew!”
Water under the bridge
She’d not taken too much to convince.
He’d pull out, she’d just have a quick rinse.
It seemed simple enough.
Poor girl, well up the duff,
And no sign of the bloke, of course, since!
Withdrawal symptoms
He pulled out. She got up and got dressed.
That would do for a few days, she guessed,
Then he’d want it again.
God! What is it with men?
If she cared, a girl might get depressed.
The faux pas
The faux pas might have well been averted,
Had she, having shamelessly flirted,
Not said, with some scorn,
“You seem rather withdrawn,”
When he wasn’t yet even inserted!
The profligacy of youth
The boy did as he’d said, and withdrew,
Sprayed her belly and breasts with his goo!
And her face, and her hair!
In her eyes! Everywhere!
And he seemed pretty proud of it too!
Al fresco 1
She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
The upshot
From besotted, bemused and beguiled,
To deflowered, debauched and defiled;
Now the object of scorn,
Pouting, moody, withdrawn,
(If he only had!), heavy with child!