Tara Crowley 2014 |
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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 ...
Beautiful, Tara. I love the reflections and the composition.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful -- and I love the black and white and the possibility of opening both the door and the window.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your coments and following me! I follow you too, i love your style! kisses!!
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