What am I?
I may sometimes be rather dry
But you prefer moist and hot.
The flesh is soft, you must apply
Just the right touch, don’t get caught.
I must be pierced to bring you joy
My smell is known and often craved
But you should know I’m not a toy,
And there are many I have enslaved.
Now what am I? Oh no, not that.
Have I pulled you into my trap?
I’m not at all related to a cat.
And found nowhere near a lap.
Some think me rare, or maybe not.
Can you rise above the cut?
Again I say, some like it hot.
What am I? Follow your gut.
cc @gashwin and his foot soldiers!