Eating is a form of art
Eating is a form of art
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
I have my methods, daddy
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
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