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