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 $#&@ 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 !@(# and stare
My lust overwhelms me

Throw open the door
Scalding my hands
I mount her on the floor


I plunge my @@#! 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 $$#
Clawing at her tender breasts
I### and then I eat the rest