Hungryman
by Godzilla

Your appearance was of a cold, almost frozen square,
I know, to judge a book by it’s cover is not fair.
You just sit there looking plain- no frills,
But I know better- under your outer layer there are plenty of thrills.
I just need to get you out of your clunky cover, down to naked skin.
Oh baby, you better believe me, then we’ll really start cookin’.
I’ll turn some knobs, push some buttons- make it hot enough to broil,
Heat you up till you’re about to burst, bubbling in a slow rolling boil.
This is so right, in this I can’t be wrong,
I’ve been waiting for you for so damn long.
My appetite, my hunger, is burning with desire-
I won’t let you cool, I must have you steaming and hot as fire.
Your bare skin burns my finger- almost too much,
As I press you crumble, sensitive to the touch.
Inside you are moist and tender,
You yield to me, way past surrender.
And as I put your goodies in my mouth the taste makes me cry,
God how I love you, Turkey Pot Pie.