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