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