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