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.
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