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