It's Not Just Men

 
Men in positions of trust
Falling to lust
Not least the beast priest
Or the terrible teacher
Young girls’ pubic curls
Tickled before their time
Long before their prime
Lock ‘em away we say
Quite right, too
What else can we do?

But it’s not only men
Think again
The piano teacher of my ken
Lusting for young boys
Their slender tender bodies
Giving her illicit joys
Soon masturbation
Is incomplete sublimation
She longs for action,
To gain satisfaction

As he murders Mozart
She practices the art
Of sexual stimulation
Oh soon her gratification
Strokes his neck
What the heck
She has to touch, indulge
Caress his little trouser bulge
He’s confused
This boy abused

She lays him on his back
Tells him time to relax
His flies are wide
Her hand inside
She sits astride
Knickers aside
Her hands guide
Starts to glide
Gyrate and slide
His eyes are wide
 
He feels the spasm
Of his first orgasm
She makes him spurt
As her juices squirt
She cleans him
With the tail of his shirt
Lowers her skirt
He feels like dirt
Innocence destroyed
As she enjoyed

There she says now you’ll play better
I’ll give you a letter
Tell your mum
You need to come
More often
Her eyes soften
This has to be our secret
She says
Showers him with praise
You’re special in so many ways

In court she’s dressed demure
Plays the innocent victim pure
Her eyes down cast
She’s caught at last
He was not the first it seems
The young boys of her lusty dreams
Her husband is shocked
As she is locked
For less than half the time a man would get
For making a young girl his special pet