Ode to my mammaries

In five days my breasts are gone.

If there’s a mammary heaven mine will be with friends soon. The message I want them to take to mammary paradise is not to be good girls, but saucy minxes. May they flirt with anything that flies by; may they bare all without shame; may they flop down in some Angel’s lap and cause them to blush.

Dear mammaries, how I’ll miss you.

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