| 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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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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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...
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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