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