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