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