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