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