The Closet Lover -Part 2

I’m the closet lover and I’m finally speaking out

I’d yell it from the roof tops, but I hardly ever shout

She keeps me hidden in a closet does my Mistress Joan

There is little I can do, but cry out, whimper and moan

I'm kept locked up, most days, like a caged, cooing dove

She owns my cock, my heart and all in the name of love.

She lets me loose, at the crack of dawn, when she needs a good fuck

She knows I'll pound her hard and deep like a well, hung buck.

She has an ass and it’s the finest that I have ever seen

Just looking at, when I get near, almost makes me cream

She always sucks me and fucks me like no other

There is little I can do, but hold on, while I shudder

Her tight little pussy pleasures my cock, which I totally enjoy

When she squirts into my mouth, I always shout out, “Oh boy.”

Looking back and thinking about this, the closet isn’t that bad

She’s all mine and the finest piece of ass I’ve ever had.