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