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