A Thanksgiving Meal
I laid her on the table,
So white and clean and bare,
My forehead wet with beads of sweat,
I rubbed her here and there.
Touching her neck and then her breast,
Then I felt her plump thighs
The slit was wet and all was set.
I gave a joyous cry
The legs were spread, the hole was wide
I stuffed it full in hopes of tender and juicy
meat
Soon she would coated with loads of gravy with
me between her thighs
Eating my fill of her yams and pies.
Happy Thanksgiving
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