He calls to me, hot and ready
He calls to me, glistening with oils
He calls to me, begging to be taken

With the flick of my wrist, it begins
With a roll of my tongue, I caress
With a waddle of my chin, my desire

Slipping, sliding, tasting all
Perfect drumsticks, hear my call
Turkey Skin, in your thrall

Tags: Food, thanksgiving, turkey

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