Pulled. Like pork you shred me.
All my softened, succulent bits
Drip with your secret recipe.
You should have your own cookbook.
Millions would want your savory spice blend.

My Master. You knead me with those hands.
You pat me down and rub me slow.
You open every crease and crevice.
Fill me with your essence.
Even Emeril is taking notes.

Smoke me. You seep into my skin.
You know the value of slow cooked.
The steady soft heat dissoves my tendons
Till I'm spread for your enjoyment
A warm, finger lickin feast for one.

Taste me. Bring me to your lips, savor your dish. All those yummy layers of flavor.
Perfectly prepared with care and skill.
Give a nibble and assess.
Anything more, or anything less?

Fill me. Just one thing is missing
To balance on the palate. 
An infusion of your special sauce
It's creamy and delicious
Perfectly salty, perfectly viscous.

Devour me. Your face may get all messy, 
Your fingers all drippy and wet.
You'll slurp up all the juices. 
Our sheets well be your tablecloth,
The table will be our bed. 

Satisfy me. When my flesh has been devoured, 
Your lips have been noisily smacked, 
My juices are all soaked up,
We'll bliss out on love and lust,
Food coma and just relax.

Tempt me.  Let your student show the teacher
How she's a skilled chef too.
I'll use your aerator to make this delicious yummy goo.
I'll kiss you so you can taste it
After I've knelt down at your feet. 
My favorite dessert is you of course!

Bam! Bon appetit!!