Making Love In The Closet Poem by Don Juan Tenorio

Too many guests at your house,
When you beckoned from the stairs.
So as quietly as a mouse,
I walked off unawares.
I met you in the kitchen,
And you unzipped my fly,
And I pulled you to the closet,
Your desires I can't deny.
Then I pulled off your panties,
Already moist and warm,
Then I sat you on that shelf,
And went into the storm.
You were ready to explode,
And It wasn't very long,
Before you lightened my load,
And your body sang that song.
Then you pulled your panties on,
And straightened up your hair.
And then we went along,
As if nothing happened there.

Don Juan Tenorio