ode for the lucky man at xmas ?

He laid her on the table,
so white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
he touched her breast ,
then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
he gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide........
He looked inside,all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms.
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Then stuffed the Christmas TURKEY