Jessi’s Thanksgiving Poem 🍷

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🦃

Thanksgiving comes with cinnamon air
and slow-burn kisses everywhere—
the kind that linger on the lips,
soft as whispers, warm as hips.

I give my thanks in every way,
for hungry mouths on grateful days,
for hands that know just where to roam,
for bodies feasting close to home.

The table’s full, the wine runs sweet,
but nothing tops a private treat—
a quiet room, a willing tongue,
a holiday where both come young.

So carve the turkey, pour the wine,
but later, love, you’re fully mine.
For I give thanks, in velvet glow,
for every man who lets desire show—
and every heartbeat pressed to me,
in warm and wet sincerity.

Happy Thanksgiving,
from Jessi—where gratitude is always… deeply felt