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