Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Look at that, how nice it slides
I need a taste to be convinced