At a happy gathering
At a happy gathering,
while both making
and taking my rounds,
my girl pulls me
into the laundry closet.
From both surprise
and drink,
I cannot help but giggle
as she planted her lips
all around my neck,
and, as she left
to return to her game of
ball-in-a-cup,
I was left with a warm feeling
forming in my belly
and spreading across my chest.
Could this be…
some kind of magic closet??
I dash back,
pulling all kinds of girls
into the “secret closet”
in hopes that the dark,
confined area
will do its thing,
but instead the door bursts open,
and reveals a drunken, giggling pile
of me and three or four girls.
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