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