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Click hereLaying in the grass neath the full moon's light
Desire growing for a coupling night
Watched by the mountains, trees and stars
Her fingers wander and caress her Mars
Lips are joined and libidos soar
She feels a wantonness in her core
In this wild, he peels her dress
His hand squeezes and swells her breast
Other beasts of the night search for a mate
As these carnal animals pursue their fate
He's hard and eager to take her prize
As his hands climb up between her thighs
She rips away her civilized lace
And attacks his body with a fevered pace
With a guttural moan and feral eyes
He licks her nipples and makes her sigh
Inhibitions flee and her beast is loose
In her groin, she moistens with juice
She gives off a fecund scent
Which only serves to his mind torment
She grabs his shaft and squeezes tight
He lifts her up and flexes his might
Her mane shakes as they rock together
He barks he wants to fuck forever
He flips her over with a massive growl
On all fours, she emits a howl
With paws on hips, he thrusts inside
She relishes the fullness of the slide
Her teats sway to his plunge and thrust
As their spirits rise with unbridled lust
Now simply creatures of the dark
They grind and rut naked and stark
His hand massages her fleshy mound
Her throat shrieks out a blissful sound
As he pounds deep in her sensual meat
She climaxes with a joyous bleat
He rides her until a final push
And explodes within in a mighty gush
The two collapse on the savage plain
A modern day Tarzan having taken his Jane
Animals rutting in the night. This is truly graphic, sensual and raw. And superbly written.
I grew up in the coffee house erra this has that beatnik ring to it you have a true gift for this type of writing keep on serving the coffee ; from someone who has been there An admirer; tenbears43
1201.
Onto the poem, what 1201 said, apart from mars bar,
even though it should be obvious where you are going with this from the start. I lost my thoughts in the almost perfect rhyme scheme and metre. Not normally a fan of couplets or cliches but you linked them together well , to the point where I read the whole piece and was surprised at the end,, kudos and a 5