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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 ...
That's a beautiful photo -- I bet you're impatient, though, for the green to appear?
ReplyDeletethis was taken just a few week ago -- everything is budding out now and so beautiful!
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