I’m a rapist of poultry    Plucked, stuffed, and cooked    My recipe for love    Comes from a cookbook    You might call it sick    But you’d be mistaken    I’m fowly in love    Nude beneath my apron       Lovingly prepping    My prizewinning game hen    Tongue-kiss the neck hole    Fingering her rear end    Massaging in spices    Culinary foreplay    My bumpy-fleshed lover    A finger lickin’ good lay       The turkey gobbles    The rooster crows    My glistening meat baster    Swells and grows       Dressing for sex with a twist    Spread her thighs, I grease my fist    I work the stuffing in her hole    Knees buckle when I lose control    I set the oven to cook real quick    And push the button with my dick    Lighting candles sets the mood    As I prepare to fuck my food       A breast or thigh    Neck or wing    My original or crispy    Sex cuisine       The scent of my lover    Hangs thick in the air    Through the oven window    I masturbate and stare    My lust overwhelms me    Throw open the door    Scalding my hands    I mount her on the floor       I plunge my cock into her meat    The steaming juices feel so sweet    Our fevered thrusting shakes the walls    Homemade stuffing burns my balls    She falls apart and cannot last    I shove a drumstick up my ass    Clawing at her tender breasts    I cum and then I eat the rest