Fandom: "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
Pairing: For makesmewannadie's fan_the_vote request, Wedding Guest / Ancient Mariner.
Disclaimer: These poems are public domain. But the smuttiest smut I could ever write is less smutty than Coleridge trying to be religious, so don't think I have pretensions. Also, the man from Porlock can kiss my bum.
Rating: My bits, PG-13. Coleridge's, officially PG, but I think NC-17.
Splits off halfway through part the seventh, with a bit ripped off from part the fourth. First two stanzas are straight from part the seventh, for continuity.
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Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs

O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company! --

To walk together with such men,
And all together pray,
While with men living still on earth,
Hearts seething as they've been since birth,
And youths so fine and gay!

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
You hear my tale, you listen well,
You make my woe a feast.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose form is lean and fair,
Leans in: and now the Wedding-Guest
Hears whispers like a dare.

Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
This body still is strong!
You've heard the main, now hear the rest --
My tale's not all that's long.

"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
I fear your leering gaze,
The albatross around your neck,
And your strange and foreign ways!"

Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
What seems like lechery
Is passion all a-thwart, the best
Hunger you will see.

The Wedding Guest resists no more.
He sighs and reaches out,
And the trembling hand, the trembling hand
Brushed 'gainst the tar like a burning brand,
As he lay to rest his doubt.

His mouth against the sailor's lay
And vast thick pants burst forth,
His pity quaked, his lust unslaked,
He firmed, and pointed north.

The Guest, like one that hath been stunned,
From the sailor went to learn,
A sorer and a smugger man,
He rose the morrow morn.

Once, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
The Wedding Guest took pity on
My soul in agony.

The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
But one breathing seething touched me, so
Lived on; and so did I.

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