[i]Tune of the Toy[/i]

A burly bear with jawbone square,
A secret aching itch,
He'd hid so long his fairy flair—
His need to take, not pitch!

But come one night of poorly paw,
He stroked to no avail,
No hole to pound, no soft slick maw—
Just fingers and his tail!

He licked his pads and teased around,
His entrance pink and tight—
One digit deep—and more inbound—
His body caught alight!

His entrance sang with each caress,
The grizzly moaned with joy—
And while his fingers showed success,
He craved to try the toy!

Of av'rage length, but stout and thick—
And ending in a knot—
He slipped in slow the wolfy dick,
And nearly right then shot!

He rose and fell, he bounced and rocked,
His rounded cheeks pulled wide,
His virgin pucker fully cocked,
The knot slipped in—and tied!

The grizzly's cock did thrum and throb—
He shot onto his chest—
And still filled by the lupine knob,
Was thoroughly impressed!

-Charles Michael Averin