Some Like it Rougher

She was the sort of gal      
who would slap your hand hard      
if you dared to touch her knee    
Her old-fashioned churchy values tied      
boa constricter tighter than the elastic      
holding up her panties    
     
A no thank you      
no sex before marriage    
no fun in the back row      
of the movie theatre gal      
no-one had ever got past first base with    
but she never said no to a date      
and I was never one      
to wimp out of a challenge    
     
Walking her home through the park    
the usual indiscretion began to stir    
teasing my balls      
while my hormones mourned      
the perfect rise and fall of uncharted breasts      
habitually hidden from view    
     
I ached to stroke      
the curve of shapely thigh      
gliding in time only a foot away    
but the inches between me      
and out of bounds paradise    
might have well been a mile    
and so there didn't seem much      
to say    
     
Let's get married, I joked    
and before you could push      
two sticky fingers inside    
we were rolling in the bushes      
like a couple of fearless Apaches      
on the warpath in full cry    
     
It finished up against a tree      
skirt hiked high      
and panties stuffed in her mouth    
while she tried her best      
to moan down the stars    
and I studied the ring      
around her dainty little ass    
thrusting deeper      
than any preacher ever could    
     
And that was another ring      
she never got to see