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