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