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
Soon she would coated with loads of gravy with
me between her thighs
Eating my fill of her yams and pies.