Day one
Running away from her family to live alone with Louie was a thrill.
Lauren grabbed a log for the fire looking out the window of the cabin on the hill.
She watched sweat bead on Louies' temple, then rolled down his neck.
When he swung the axe, She bit her lip as she watched his muscles flex.
Lauren starred as he split the logs, with his powerful thrusting.
Soon she found her undergarment was in need of adjusting.
Louie dropped the axe to the floor, walked over to the door.
Laurens' heart started to pound, when she heard his foot steps sound.
He entered the cottage all sweaty and hot, then she finished filling the bath from a pot.
She could smell him from here, she breathed out loud enough for him to hear.
When she bent over to give the water a test, he slid his large hand up her dress.
Her body rocked forward and she grabbed the tub, then Louie leaned in and rubbed.
She whimpered “Oh-my”, he just smiled and ripped her underwear from her thigh.
Louie tossed the scrap linen onto the ground, then cupped a breast firm and round.
She held on to the tub and struggled to stand, as he parted her legs and returned his hand.
Laurens' lips were rather wet, but Louie was far from done yet.
With the hand on her breast, he pushed hard on her chest.
Lifting her weight, until she was standing up straight.
Pulled out the fingers and spun her in place, so now he was looking at her face.
He put both hands on her hips slid them up till over her head, then dropping her dress to the edge of the bed.
Louie gripped his wet fingers onto her jaw, then slowly pushed her to the floor.
Laurens' nipples were hard and vulva was dripping, he could feel her resistance slipping.
About this poem
a gift for Lauren and Louie, requested "a fantasy poem the dirtier the better" I hope its to your liking.
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Written on February 15, 2021
Submitted by muzz on December 11, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AAXXBB CDXXX XXDXX XXXXCB |
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Characters | 1,679 |
Words | 341 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 5, 5, 6 |
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