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