Bored, but without the time for serous writing, I jotted down some quick thoughts on a girl I saw on the way home from work a few days ago, in three different poetic styles in increasing difficulty.
Saw her on the train
Followed her home, broke inside
Fucked her while she screamed.
I saw a young girl on the train,
Whose nipples did drive me insane.
I followed her back
To her home near the track
Then broke in and fucked out her brains.
I saw her sitting on the evening train,
Her nipple's form was hard against her blouse.
My carnal thoughts of causing her great pain,
Did lead me thus to follow to her house.
I smashed the door, she gasped in great surprise.
I dove and bore her body to the floor.
My hand across her mouth to blunt her cries,
Her skirt pushed up and then her panties tore.
My pants kicked off, I leaned against her hips.
And with a single thrust was deep inside.
A muffled scream escaped her covered lips,
I slammed in harder as she moaned and cried.
I fucked the wailing girl all through the night.
And well into the rise of morning light.