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