from Game Of Thrones
My paramour's decadent lingerie
Clung to her succulent breasts
That filled the cups to o'flowing.
Her nipples thrust through the silk,
Pleading and begging me to suck them.
I was pliant putty under her spell.
My fever was rising
And my pole was rising,
Ready to unfurl
The flag of surrender.
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