Chilly Willie Beaver Run

I am from a club noble and blue thick ice, We drill, We will also jump through, This makes it real hard in my real life, For my tongue is too cold to pleasure my wife, This is but one thing on this chilly willie beaver run, My member had shrunk, May balls in my throat, When my willie is this chilly, Never will I rock any woman's boat, And I am the woman, I am the beaver, I am not cold, Just a bitch sometimes But I promise you this, Touch me with you chilly willie, And I the bitch will cut it off!!!! So... You threaten ! Sounds perhaps... When we meet you'll change your mind, For trust may not come easy, But who says things must be easy, And in the scheme of things we must find, The reason of you hostility, To right those wrongs that you see so clearly, But otherwise your warmth brings to rise a mere understanding of manhood complete with your womanhood. July 1, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn, Allan Perry, Adrennia Copper & Bill Swan Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 05:46 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    adult_humor