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I am sorry, but I want to be yours bra

but the best, subtlest and precious one,

the couple of cups of which have been covered inwardly by tender silk and warm wool

and outwardly – with gold, silver, diamonds, rubies

and other dearest and healthy for body stones.

and this underwear designed, sewn and made with the uncanny art,

that even the heads of nipples

these “two beaks of quail”

will find a fine room for own picky, choosy and supersensitive ends

Yes, I want to be yours brassier, which fit completely

to shape, size and volumes of two bowls

where will prepared later the mother’s milk

and now filled up with the best wine and elixir for me.