Plucked and shaved, rubbed with oil of truffles,
Trussed tightly, she giggles and shuffles;
Chef, lover, masseur,
She’s his chicken chasseur!
She comes, moans, which her gag, of course, muffles!
Tag: moans
For posterity
Though his motives were not strictly laudable,
Whimpers and moans, barely audible,
Cries of delight,
And her skin, in that light,
He hoped, deep in his heart, were recordable!