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