Burning Beaver Needs a Cleaver

Burning Beaver Needs a Cleaver

Burning beaver needs a cleaver
you know the only one
great fallopian fiddler, cranny hunter,
anal probe deluxe, ole cum gun,
the best of the lot for this hairy holster;
it’s tight, it’s trimmed, and it’s needy
of a heat-seeking moisture missile
to make it squirt easily;
the cucumber of love,
that yummy sugar stick
the kind that’s best to lick
when it’s long and very, very thick
tickling tonsils and loving tacos
that’s the best kind of Tuesdays;
when hovering over your face
wet and ready to play
while bobbing for the goo bazooka
twitching in excitement before standing in place
until we cum but not full of grace
our bodies so sweaty and spent
we rest up to gather our strength
for another run of Seabiscuit
against the finest pink panther in the land
at least 'til the watchers
join at your demand.