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