Goldilocks & The Three Beards (Explicit)

Goldilocks went in to town

trying to track her dinner down

This beard here,

oh, it's too small

There's barely even scruff at all

This beard here, No... no, no

It's thicker than Santa without any snow

But wait, oh look at this one here!

It's the perfect beard and I'm plagued by fear

For beneath the whiskers on this man are the lips that drip with waves

from a siren man

His voice captures youth in a cup

and I always slurp every drop up

He dances before me, I crave his romance

And can't wait to strip

and remove my pants

this one is fun

this one could last

he's talented

and sneaky

and I know 

how to dance

Oh, yes, siren man

you are all right

Take me upstairs to see if the bed fits just right. ;)

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016