My friend decided to follow my Blackout Poetry prompt from A Game of Thrones by George.R.R. Martin page 74.
Good Night Surprise
Behind her; his stallion hard.
Long he rode.
She was never afraid.
She had stopped there, helpless and trembling.
She began to cry; her tears strangely empty of expression.
Perhaps she somehow made her fingers warm, A tenderness she had never crossed.
No, that's not it.
She slowly began to silently spread; gleaming.
She so thick and strangely tender.
Looking at her small breasts, she covered her breasts firmly to make her remove the last silks.
The night was on he bare skin.
Long he rode.
She was never afraid.
She had stopped there, helpless and trembling.
She began to cry; her tears strangely empty of expression.
Perhaps she somehow made her fingers warm, A tenderness she had never crossed.
No, that's not it.
She slowly began to silently spread; gleaming.
She so thick and strangely tender.
Looking at her small breasts, she covered her breasts firmly to make her remove the last silks.
The night was on he bare skin.
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