A Fowl Fetish

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