A Fowl Fetish - Cretin

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