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