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