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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
Love these photos, Tara. Did you transport yourself back to the 50s? Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteyes, yes I did.
DeleteThese black and whites are splendid! You've got some good momentum.
ReplyDeleteThank you, am, my photo class is really inspiring me.
DeleteNo words needed -- these are fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThank you, E., and thanks for stopping by!
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