mister–s: And when the clothes are strewnDon’t be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breast.Feel the love of her caressShe will be your living end …David Bowie

mister–s: And when the clothes are strewnDon’t be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breast.Feel the love of her caressShe will be your living end …David Bowie

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