That boys are insane with a sexual hunger.
My bust line is decent, and therefore, I’m flaunting it,
‘Cause I’m very conscious that fellows are wanting it.
And I’m not as green about boys as they claim!
Today, I suspect that nobody will care if
I drop by that house where the trio of bears live.
As I’m pumping the well to get something to drink.
I lie down a while to rest in the shade,
Intensely aware of my need to get laid.
I’m needing a frame of a lengthier sort.
That’s Papa Bear’s bed that I promptly abandon.
It’s simply too short for a girl to be standin’.
And find right away that this bed is too soft!
When it comes to bedding, these Bears really skimp,
‘Cause Mama Bear’s bed is decidedly limp.
There’s one other bed (with a big rumpled cover).
That bed’s in a room down the hall toward the den.
It looks quite inviting, and so I climb in.
And I fall asleep in well under a minute.
Then, I’m disturbed by a bothersome pest…
Awakened, I find, by a paw on my breast!
“Hi Goldy,” you tell me, “My name’s Baby Bear.”
“Well, hello there, Baby,” I naïvely say.
“Perhaps I am napping in your bed today?”
You add that my breast is a joy to be squeezing.
“Thank you,” I say, and I mention that “Maybe,
One might not believe that you’re really a baby.”
“I’m 21, now, and my siblings are gone.
I’m the last kid who’s still here in the house.
By the way, do you mind that I’ve cut off your blouse?”
“My boobs,” I admit, “need some squeezing today.”
You tell me the townsfolk are all very fond
Of the hue of my hair just because it’s so blond.
The hair you’re enthralled with is farther on down!
I linger a while, and I hope you don’t mind.
Your bed is so comfy, and that’s hard to find.
And that most are too short or too saggy instead.
“Perhaps I can end all your searching,” you say,
In a voice that is sounding extremely risqué!
Your swollen excitement is starting to show.
I ask for permission for me to unzip it.
You say it’s all right, and I do so and grip it.
That your bed’s the place where I need to be laying.
But here comes the proof that so earnestly begs…
The gift that you share as I open my legs.
Instead, what I find in your bed is just right!
You give of yourself while I’m willingly spread,
And I find my heaven in Baby Bear’s bed.