You can wear an ankle bracelet
And have piercings
through your bits
You can even have a
tramp stamp
But don’t go messing
with your tits
You can wear a thong
up your bum
You can remove every
hair you’ve grown
You can show everyone
your belly
But please leave your
tits alone
I’ll admit they’re not
the biggest
But you have the
perfect little pair
I don’t want you to
look like Jordan
With two footballs
hanging there
Your breasts were made
by nature
And by definition they
are perfection
I don’t want a surgeon
Frankenstein
Messing with your
lovely confections
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