[i]Camera Shy[/i]

A model wolf bereft of clothes,
Lou's job was catching eye—
He asked his partner on his shows,
But Jack was camera shy,

To help dear Jack with his program,
Lou cupped him 'round the crotch—
He sat his hare behind the 'cam,
And told him he could watch,

Lou started slow, slipped off his belt,
He shimmied off his jeans—
He shook his tail, his ashen pelt,
On a hundred screens,

Thin fabric held Lou's wolfy cock,
His plump and tasty sheath—
Jack told Lou to drop his jock,
Agog to see beneath,

Yet Lou danced on and teased away,
He beckoned with a paw—
So bashfully Jack joined the fray,
And Jack began to thaw,

Lou kindly kissed Jack's twitching nose,
And softly stroked his ears—
Intertwined, they found a pose,
And stripped away Jack's fears,

Assuring Jack they'd start real slow,
Lou held Jack 'round the waist—
And when fair Jack gave him the go,
Lou gave his neck a taste,

Jack's little moans and sudden yips,
Did drive their watchers wild—
And when Jack's pants slid off his hips,
Their voyeurs became beguiled,

Lou's muzzle dipped below Jack's own,
And found Jack's dripping dick—
And while Jack let out a groan,
Lou got his paw quite slick,

They met with passion fierce and hot,
Each touch a loving trace—
And when Jack took Lou's swollen knot,
They locked in long embrace,

Their viewers seemed quite satisfied,
And Jack seemed so as well—
They asked if Jack liked what he tried,
He said that time would tell.
